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I used to think that everytime a chicken took a crap it laid an egg. I was so nieve.
When I was a kid my mother used to tell us that emus would peck your eyes out. Evennow Ican't go near emus in zoos and wildlife parks without wincing and turnign my head so they can't get my eyes!
I USED TO BELIEVE THAT FEATHERS WILL BITE ME AND CHICKENS WILL EAT ME ENTIRLY.WHEN I WAS GONE AT MY GRANDMOTHER IN THE COUNTRYSIDE I WAS VERY,VERY SCARED.
When Iwas little I thought I could Talk to magpies
My mon said I used to be afraid to play in the backyard because peacocks would get me, and I would yell at peacocks that weren't there. I don't remember it but she said I saw a boy severely pecked by a peacock at the zoo.
When I was little (grade 2 maybe) I saw a seagull pick up some chewing gum. It started expanding like it was in a bubble so I thought birds were smart and acted like humans!
When i was really little, at school, a teacher told us that we didnt listen because birds had flown in at night and made nests in our ears. i believed this for ages and was hopelessly trying to clean out the nests and close the window every night.
this ones wierd. my sister actually believed that if you put bird seed in a cup with cotton buds and watered it, it would grow into a egg which will hatch into a bird.it probally didnt help that i kept putting an egg in the cup the next day.
I used to believe that roadrunners were about 4 feet tall (Thanks Bugs Bunny and Wile E. Coyote!). The we went to visit my Grandmother in Arizona when I was about 7 or 8 and was quite suprised to see a real roadrunner!
For some reason, my sister's friend used to think that birds didn't really exist, and that someone had just made them up to trick her or something......wierd
I used to be scared of pigeons because they were always in the playground. I was afraid that they would peck the backs of my bare calves and the blood would gush out - as though my calves were just thin bags of blood that could be popped!
As a child, I thought that the yolk of the egg was the part that would have become the chick if it had been allowed to mature - probably because it was yellow. I wouldn't eat egg yolks because I thought I was eating a premature, liquified chick. One time I refused to eat my birthday cake because I saw my mom put an egg in it. Even after I finally believed the adults that were telling me it was just the food sack that would have fed the chick, it took a long time before I'd eat the yolk.
when I was a kid one day at dinner I made a joke about how funny it was that chicken , (what we were eating) and chicken (the bird) were the same word. I was horified to find out they were one and the same
"dildo is an extinct bird"
my 18 year old friend fell for that.
My brother Adam once believed that when a person said a bird "soared" through the sky that it was "sore". One day my mother commented on an eagle that was soaring through the sky, and he got teary eyed. He felt so bad for the poor eagle for being sore.
As a small child, i had a habit of running around naked until my Grampy would tell me that the blackbirds were on the way to come and peck "it" off!
I tell my own kids the same now!
about three years ago wheni lived across the street from a university campus, with a pond with ducks that had their wings clipped, so anyway they never flew, that summer when we were in maine with a river, isaw a group of ducks take off and fly, i lookede at my mom and was so surprised. '' i didn't know DUCKS could fly''!!
when i waz a kid and on holiday at our caravan my ma. had a delph chicken which you could lift the top off and she kept eggs in .every morning i got up for breakfast she told me the chicken laid the eggs i waz eating and i well believed her
My grandfather told me if you put salt on a goose'es tail feathers, you could catch it. I pestered my father until we went to a lake in Orlando and tried it out. I was 6 years old and totally believed my grandfather. My father finally managed to catch a mud duck, where else, but in the mud! I wonder what my father said to my grandfather about that!
My brother and I used to fight over the chicken legs whenever my mom would cook it, so she would always buy an extra package of legs when she bought a whole chicken. She and my brother had me convinced that all this had come from a six-legged racing chicken.