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I used to believe that humming birds didn't have feet. I felt really sorry for them, because I thought they were doomed to spend their entire lives hovering.
One day when I got home from school my mom questioned me about something that had happened at school. I asked her how she knew about that. (I guess the teacher had called and told her.) She said a little birdie had told her. After that I cursed those birds that sat on the window sills at school and always folded my hands nicely and looked straight ahead whenever I saw one looking at me!
Since you would plant flower seeds to get flowers,I used to believe that planting bird seed would produce-birds!
My aunts use to tell me that when I pouted the crows would come and bite my lips.
I used to believe that chickens reproduced A sexually and that roosters were just handicapped chickens.
When I was a kid I used to believe that sparrows were actually pigeons' children... I was convinced that was true because they are always together and I never saw a baby pigeon or a ''big sparrow''.
I used to think that "mourning doves" were called afternoon doves starting at noon!
When I was little, my family sometimes bought chicken for us to eat. I mostly ate the chicken legs, and when I was done, the bone was left over. I thought that if I saved all the bones from the chicken legs, I would be able to put them all together and make a model of a chicken's skeleton! I assumed that the bones in the chicken's legs were the same kind of bones found in the rest of it's body.
In my country, there is a desert called "bird milk" or something like that.(can't translate exactly).When i was little my mom always had me capturing some birds for her to make that sweet stuff. I was wondering about how she managed to get milk out of the birds, but I always managed to catch some for her. Now I can't remember how i got to know the truth...Anuway...it was cool.Peace.
Growing up, we lived across from a field and there would always be tractors tilling the soil. As the tractors would move along, flocks and flocks of seagulls would follow and try to eat whatever was being churned up. One day when I was very young, my family and I were watching this and I stated very matter of factly that "tractors make seagulls"
I thought I was so smart for figuring that out on my own.
I used to believe tucans were not real animals but some king of mythological creature.
I never used to eat eggs because I worried that they would hatch in my tummy and I would give birth to chicks
when my mom was a kid she thought that if you caught a hummingbird, it would drill a whole through your hand.
you know these birds-storks?and the way they stand-on one leg in the lakes?
so...i was verry surprised to find out that storks have TWO legs!
i used to believe that birds were spies and that they would evesdrop on my conversation and tell it to their bird friends. I also believed that sparrows could speak human and tell us other peoples secrets. So for the first 7 years of my life, i would only whisper.
I think that this is all my dads fault. I got in trouble and asked him how he knew. He replied that a little bird told him. Of course, i didnt think taht it was my older sister who ratted on me so i figured that a sparrow saw me do it and told my dad.
When I was young (about 3-4 years old) I believed that owls lived in keyholes. Therefore, I would not go too close to a keyhole, unless there was a key in it, which would prevent the owls from coming out and attacking me. Fortunately, after a while my parents bought me a somewhat lifesize toy owl, which made me realize that owls were too big to live in keyholes.
When i was 8 my dad convinced me that boneless chickens were raised on a farm, youde have to kick them to move em around, and they were fed through a tube
When I was little, a family friend showed us her chooks. She said that she thought they were girls, but turned out to be boys. I misunderstood and thought that chickens were magical creatures that could change their gender whenever they wanted.
At the school I first attended, there was an enormous privet hedge with several big gaps in it, presumably where the branches hadn't been able to grow or where the hedge had been damaged by a football.
At the age of about five or six, I discovered one of these gaps. Sticking my head inside, I saw little piles of grass (cuttings that had fallen off the lawnmower?), lots of twigs, and some vaguely cup-shaped leaves filled with rainwater.
IT WAS A HOTEL FOR BIRDS.
It all seemed very simple. The leaf "cups" were for the birds to drink from. The twigs and grass were their "beds" (nests), but they'd got horribly messed up, which was why there weren't any birds staying there now.
I spent the next couple of months tidying up the "hotel", making neat little nests to lodge amongst the branches. When the birds still didn't come, I wasn't discouraged-- I figured they'd go to hotels when everyone else did, that is, in the school holidays!
I used to believe there was a bird called a 'bird' that looked exactly like a crow and only adults could tell the difference.