Hello, dear.
How was your day?
How was your day?
Yesterday I opened my front door to find a large black bird -- raven? crow? -- perched on a planter. The Harbinger of Death, literally on my doorstep. He looked at me, I looked at him, I went to get the camera, since he seemed to be posing. I snapped a few shots, wondering if it was true: Was this a sign that something at this house would die? When I was no longer amused by him, I tried to shoo him off, but he would not move. Not good. Not only is the Harbinger of Death literally on my doorstep, it is refusing to leave.
Today, I opened the door to see if he was still there. He was. Dead as a doornail, but still there.
It is true. Large black birds at your door means something will die.
6/5/2002 03:44:11 PM
Today, I opened the door to see if he was still there. He was. Dead as a doornail, but still there.
It is true. Large black birds at your door means something will die.
6/5/2002 03:44:11 PM
-- Love, the wife.
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