I used to think that when a baby bird was old enough to fly out of the nest and live away from the mother bird, it would sometimes go back to back to visit her in the same tree, like when we humans stay in touch with our relatives!
I believed that chickens pooped eggs (male and female)
There was a short period of time where I thought that doves were just fictional creatures from the bible. I had no idea they actually existed
I used to really think that a ferret was a type of parrot because their names rhyme.
When I was eight, I thought my dad could translate what the birds were saying. I have no idea why.
I used to believe that if I left my window open at night, the next day, the birds would come
as in the cartoon Cinderella
When I was 2 years old I used to pout when I didn't get my way, and my lower lip would stick out. My mom told me that a birdie was going to potty on my lip if I didn't stop pouting (we happened to be outside at that moment). I remember being on the lookout for that bird, and bracing myself for the impending bombardment, because I sure as heck wasn't going to stop pouting!
I used to believed that there was a big duck that lived in the river near my home. At midnight the big duck went out and ate every children that was not at home.
When I was a little boy.I used to believe dragons existed and the birds were dragons,who had not been to the dragon's school.They don't exist
When I was a little boy I used to believe, chicks went out when an egg was broken until a chick was really out. So now I stop eating eggs.
when i was a child i used to believe the babies came from stork, but i realized when i was an adult that its the other way
I used to think that most parrots are as articulate as the average four-year-old. The things they would say made me jump to that conclusion. I was right, depending on which parrot you're talking about- Alex the African Gray is said to have the language skills of a four-year-old or a precocious three-year-old.
I used to think that if I stole eggs from the cupboard and kept them warm by wrapping them in towels a chick would be able to grow inside and eventually I would get my very own pet chick.
However I never actually tried it out of fear that the eggs would break.
I used to believe that if you killed a lizard or bug on accident, that it's family would come back and start making bugs and lizards everywhere turn against you. Then I learned that bugs lay their eggs and abandon their babies, as do lizards. I still never kill them though.
I used to believe that you could catch a bird by putting salt on it's tail
When I was a kid, I read in a magazine about how you could, if you were patient and gentle, get wild birds to trust you enough to eat out of your hands. It seemed extremely simple, so I was determined to get the birds near my house to trust me. I knew exactly what I would do once I gained their trust, too: I would catch all the birds in big nets and open up my own pet store, where I would become rich by selling people pet birds. Somehow, the birds never trusted me, and my business projections never got off the ground...
when i was a child afraid of dying in a pool , i thought that a black hole would pull me
when i was a child afraid to turn off the light and a soul pulling me dourn the bed
when i was afraid of thunder because he theoght the sky would fall
I have seen others that said that said that they had been told that if you put salt on a birds tail you could catch it. Apparently this was a long tradition in my family and that both my father and his father (born in 1900) had done the same. I took my turn when I was about 4/5 and my brother, who is 8 years younger did the same when he was that age.
I stood with my parents and laughed hysterically and imagined what I must have looked like to have tried that. A few minutes later though my parents got the biggest shock of their lives. After about five minutes running and shaking salt my brother returned with a bird! As my parents had promised that he could keep the bird if he caught it they had to go buy a cage and food.
We had the bird for about a year and my mom got really tired of it and decided to let it go while my brother was at school. When he came home she told him that a man had come around asking if they had any birds for sale and offered her a dollar, which she promptly gave to him. As his allowance was 5 cents a week he was thrilled.
A few minutes later he came in from the backyard with a salt shaker in one hand and a different bird in the other! My mom had to tell him that they only needed one bird and that he could not keep this one. My brother is still fantastic with animals and could probably catch a 3rd if he tried.
Having no understanding of relative weight and lift, as a little kid I was convinced that if you could snag a bird in something like a bag and hold on to it, you'd be lifted along with it when it tried to fly upward. Fortunately, I never had occasion to test this.
I used to believe that when I see a flock of birds in the sky, they have a wedding ceremony.