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when i was little i used to think e could hatch eggs. so..... me and my sister got an egg and put it in a sock waiting for it to hatch! one day we thought the baby chick (supposedly inside the egg) got bored.. so we picked up the sock and started flinging it around in the air! we almost cried when we had "killed" our baby chick (or so we thought.. it really just cracked open)
My dad used to tell me that when I stuck my arm out the car window, huge birds would come by and eat my arm. To this day I am terrified to put my hand outside a moving car.
when i was younger i asked my cousin why the birds stood on the pilons and the power cables. he told me that they were charging their batteries so they could fly again.
it makes sense!
I used to think all birds pooped on people that were being bad because a bird pooped on my dad one day and my mom said he has been bad latly
I live in S.A and we have these beautiful Hoopeo birds. When i was young i had this fascination with them, i always tried to catch them and keep them as my pets, my mum obviously thought that it was a terrible idea so she told me that they excrete this distgusting oil that would make my hands stink forever, until now at the age of 16 i found out that she was talking absolute rubbish.
I used to believe that birds lived in their nests all the time, it came as a surprise when my mom pointed out this fallacy to me well into adulthood, "What! You mean birds just stand around in the trees all night?" Kinda creeps me out now.
My mother and aunt always told us that if you pouted and stuck out your lower lip, that the great bird of paradise would land on your nose and leave droppings on your lip.
this is not me but a friend of mine: I think she got it when she was little. she thinks that ostriches would come and peck her eyes out whenever she saw them. she still thinks that.
I thought that sparrows were young pigeons.
My younger sister was seven and she was colouring in a picture I had drawn when she asked me if you could have brown birds, to which I replied "yes" of course. Then she said "oh yeah - in Pakistan".
when i was younger i wanted a pet but we werent allowed so my older brother told me that if you get an egg and wrap it in a warm towel or keep it warm using your body heat then it will turn into a chick. i fink he said to hold it for like a whole day or something. during this time i wanted to check if th chick was actually growin so i cracked it to see if ther was a lil chick fetus thing there and when there wasnt i started all over again. ya i tried for AGES and needless to say there was no chick. :(
When I was about five years old, I finally discovered what eggs were: the things baby chickens came out of. From that point on, I was obsessed with finding a baby chicken. Every morning, I'd sneak into the kitchen and pull an egg out of the fridge. Then I'd carry it outside and throw it as hard as I could into the street, and I'd run out to see if a baby chicken was part of the wreckage. I never found one that way, so I figured I was doing something wrong. Around that time, my parents had explained to me about seeds growing into trees, so I got the brilliant idea to bury an egg and allow for the baby chicken to grow out of it like a seedling. Before I buried it in my front yard, I took off one of my socks and wrapped it around the egg, lest the chick get cold. We moved from that house about a week later, so for a few years afterward, I always wondered if the baby chicken had grown out of the ground, and if the neighbors were taking care of it for me.
I never looked too closely at birds. I used to assume that when they landed, their wings disappeared, even though they really just fold up onto the body. I assumed that they grew back when the bird took off.
I once asked my mother how it was that chickens could continue to run around after their heads had been cut off. Instead of simply saying she didn't know, she fooled me into thinking that it was because they had brains in their toes. It wasn't until years later when I told my friends (who rolled around for ages in fits of laughter) that I realised how ridiculous this was.
One day when I was 3 or 4 I was at my granny's house and we were out side. I heard a bird singing and it kinda sounded like it was saying something. My granny told me it was saying "pretty girl" , and that it was talking to me. I thought it really was until I was about 8 or 9
I used to think that turkeys were male chickens. Don't know why, but I did.
I used to believe that birds poop in a toilet and live there.I believed that when I was 5.
A belief that many people share, I'm sure - if you find a baby bird on the ground, out of its nest..."Don't pick it up!" they tell you. The mother bird will smell your scent on the baby and will refuse to care for it.
I learned in college this is not true: most birds don't have a sense of smell at all, so no mother bird will reject her baby because it smells like a human. "Officials" just don't want people picking up baby birds!
My family moved to England when I was five. I had previously lived in South Africa, and had never seen or heard a pigeon before. Often in the early morning I heard a distinct, repeated "coo coo" sound coming from outside my bedroom window. Overwhelmed with curiosity at the strange noise, I would race over to the window and fling the curtains open to see what it was. But all I could see was the moon in the sky (the pigeon was sitting above my window well out of my sight) Not able to see the bird, I immediately connected the moon with the noise, and for years after thought the moon made cooing noises in the morning.
This happened when I was in Kindergarten. I guess it was around St. Patrick's day, because the teacher was talking about leprachuns and such, when she said "Did you know, there's a pot of gold at the end of rainbows?" and this kid in the class said "I found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow once, but a bird took it."
Well, the teacher didn't really say anything in response to the kid, so for years after that, I not only thought that the story of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was true, but also I thought that the pot of gold ended up in some bird's nest somewhere.