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When i was about 5 i started to belive that if a bird ate a feather that it recently lost it would grow it back in 2-3 days
until i was 7 "and a half" i always tried to feed my pet birds its own feathers
***I used to believe that if you hurt a bird that anoother bird would get mad and try to attack you
When i was maybe 5, I used to think that there were 2 types of Chicken. The kind you eat, and the kind on the farm. When I found out i was wrong, I almost became a vegetarian, but i cant give chicken up!
I used to think that birds sang in different languages depending on the country they were in!
My mother didn't want me picking up bird feathers in the yard, so she told me that they were covered in tiny little flesh-eating bugs.
Whenever me and my sister found a feather, we'd start screaming for somebody to come and take care of it, so the bugs wouldn't get us.
while playing, we gals frequently used to hit our heads together accidentally.
I used to believe that it brings bad luck. so we do it again to give it a positive effect and run outdoors to watch for a coconut tree. such a weird belief!!
when i was little one of my friends said that seeing a single bulbul brings u bad luck....
so i always spy for another to make it two.......poppycock!
i still do it........help me!!!!!!!!!!
I used to always think that the only time birds flew over people's heads is when they had to go to the bathroom. I used to always run away whenever I played in the backyard thinking they would poop on my head.
3 female friends of the famly, always thought birds flying over your house was bad luck
We are all in big trouble if it is true
Up to reading these pages I never gave a thought about cockrals and hens mating. Just thought the one doing the laying, did everthing by herself and some eggs hatch and some don't.
I had always called "hummingbirds" "honeybirds", because they ate the nectar (which I thought was honey) from the flowers. I called them that, despite my mother correcting me every time, for years and years, until I learned how to read and finally saw it spelled out.
When I was in kindergarten, my friend ate some sunflower seeds out of a bag of bird seed. For about a month afterward, she was convinced that she was going to turn into a bird.
I used to believe that chickens (and other birds) had most of their meat on their back beacuse thats how it was always presented, only later on (late teens) did i make the connection between the breast of the chicken being in the same place it is for humans, and that the cooked chickens were placed on their backs.
My sister loved geese and swans, but when it came to ducks, she for some VERY strange reason she thought that they were the devil's minions. It was quite a sight to see her running in the park towards all the ducks and hear her scream in front of everyone, "GO AWAY YOU MEANIES!! YOU WON'T TAKE MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL!!"
everytime my brother and i went fishing an dlost the fish on the pole we would hear a bird. I would always tell him that the bird was laughing at him because he lost his fish. I still tell him that everytime he looses a fish.
I used to think that if you threw a ball high enough it'll turn into a bird. for the next three years I would spend hours trying to turn my ball into a bird.
In preschool there was a girl named Robin and I throughout the whole year I thought she was the Bird Queen because of her name.
I read a book when I was little about a little girl who is taught to fly by geese. Needless to say I was very impressed and decided that if geese would teach this kid to fly then why not me? I chased geese around pleading with them to teach me how to fly for about the next 8 months.
My dad used to tell my nephew if he was running around with no clothes on (he was 2 or 3) that the ducks would bite his bum. He believed him, and when I took him to a park once he wouldn't go near the ducks because he thought they were going to bite him
We used to take the bus all the time when I was a kid, as our family didn't have a car. One day, there were a bunch of pigeons around the bus stop, and one of them was making that "coo coo" noise. I asked my dad why the pigeon was cooing, and he told me that it was because it was pregnant.
When I was 20, I was with my girlfriend, and heard a pigeon cooing. I exclaimed, "Wow, a pregnant pigeon!" She soon had me straightened out.