birdsShow most recent or highest rated first. Common beliefs in this section include:
I used to believe that when I see a flock of birds in the sky, they have a wedding ceremony.
I believe animals are our best friends. When we are sad or we feel lonely, they are there to support us.
When I was 6 (but I was innocent kid) I learned that chicks are born from eggs,that day my mum was sick so she was sleeping and my dad was at work I took my 4 years sister and started to break eggs due to sound my mum woke up and she was shocked she asked me why I broke the eggs I said what teacher told me and I told her neither of the eggs had chick and then my mum started laughing
I used to believe that a cuckoo actually looked like an owl. And even now when i know it doesn't, i still imagine an owl if i hear a cuckoo.
I use to think the pecan pie was a bird pie. That they smushed bird meat then put the bones on top. I thought that because the bird pecon.
I asked my mum why birds don't get electrocuted when they perch on power lines. She told me birds wear rubber boots. I was content with this explanation and imagined birds getting out of their nests every morning and putting on their boots.
I used to think House Finches were baby birds and they'd later grow into Robins or something
I was told that white eggs were all painted, while brown eggs were natural. It took a trip out of the country to realize that white eggs occur in nature too.
I remember asking my father once driving down a gravel road in the country what that noise was against the side of the car, he told me it was squirrels throwing nuts at the car, I looked hard at the nearby trees and thought squirrels were very territorial. I still do.
When my brother and I were really young (he was four and I reckon I was five) for some reason we thought that another word for a 'robin' was 'gay'!
Goodness knows where we heard it, but we used to stand in the garden of our playgroup and shout "gay!" at any robin we saw.
My dad told me that robins were just sparrows with the cold (and that's why they had red breasts). Why would I not believe him - you only see robins in the winter.
I only found out it wasn't true when mentioned this on seeing a robin to my friends...at uni...when I was 18...
I believed that Robins hibernated throughout the year and only came out at christmas.
When I was little I thought birds were having important meetings when they sat together on the telephone wires.
When I was in kindergarten, I saw some birds pecking at the ground for food. I believed that the food must have been rice because birds eat rice all the time. Though digging into the ground for rice proved me wrong.
I was once convinced that if you were to trap a bird in an open plastic bag, its attempts to fly upward would lift you off the ground.
When I was little, I heard my parents talking about having to do the budget. But I misheard. One day, I asked when we could do the budgie!
I used to believe that the owl outside of my window was some sort of demon. I would not go to bed until the noise would stop. I used to wake my dad up in the middle of night to go scare it off. Even after he scared it away I would not go to bed. I would picture all these bad things that it could do, especially after watching scary movies and seeing what can be done. Events soon changed when the barn it lived in was torn down due to a fire. I then realized that it was just a bird, in a tree.
As an extension of the "salt on a birds tail you can catch it" myth, my Dad used to tell us that every Easter he would wait up to catch the Easter Bunny by putting salt on his tail. The only logic that fit was that since the Easter Bunny lays eggs for Easter (another thing he told us) the salt on the tail must apply. As an adult I actually had to look it up to see if this was a true myth or something he made up on his own.
When I was young (about 4/5), I used to believe you could hatch an egg by putting it in a towel and keeping it warm. I came up with it after talking about it with my best friend at the time “Thomas”. Both of us took an chickens egg out of the kitchen and tried to hatch it. We stuffed them in a bunch of towels and took the eggs everywhere. And I literally mean everywhere. We brought the eggs with us in a bag stuffed in towels to: school, daycare, when we were playing outside and so on. We checked our eggs everyday to see if they were already hatching and to see if they had any cracks and/or tears. We also replenished the towels everyday so they would stay clean, but before we would change the towels, we would warm the new ones up so the egg wasn’t going to be wrapped in cold towels. After a week or so we started to notice nothing was happening, and we were wondering why the eggs weren’t hatching. We were convinced there was something wrong with the eggs, so we took our mom’s to the supermarket to buy us some new eggs and tried again. A week later the eggs still didn’t hatch and our moms told us that eggs out of the supermarket wouldn’t hatch because they sort the eggs that contain embryo’s out of the packages and throw them away. After that we became mad at our mom’s for letting us take the eggs everywhere and why they made us take all the effort of trying to hatch them while they knew they wouldn’t hatch. For years I was convinced I could make an egg hatch by putting it in towels if I could just get my hands on a “good” egg.
As a child with nothing to do, my mother would give me a salt shaker and tell me if I could put salt on a bird's tail, I could catch it. I spent many days running around trying to put salt on a bird's tail and never succeeded.