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I used to think that "mourning doves" were called afternoon doves starting at noon!
When I was little, I thought that birds feathers were made out of twigs and cat hairs.
When i was little,i used to believe that whenever i was playing outside and i heard a crow caw (or whatever you call the noise they make) it was time to go inside and stop playing,because the crow knew it was getting dark and that after dark all the monsters came out.Ever since i've always thought it was time to go inside once you heard the crow :)
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.
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 used to think that most parrots are as articulate as the average four-year-old. The things they would say made me jump to that conclusion. I was right, depending on which parrot you're talking about- Alex the African Gray is said to have the language skills of a four-year-old or a precocious three-year-old.
I used to believe that if you killed a lizard or bug on accident, that it's family would come back and start making bugs and lizards everywhere turn against you. Then I learned that bugs lay their eggs and abandon their babies, as do lizards. I still never kill them though.
When I was a little boy.I used to believe dragons existed and the birds were dragons,who had not been to the dragon's school.They don't exist
when I was a kid. I used to believe hens had teeth.
I used to think that there was a kind of four-legged, flesh-eating bird that looked something like a vulture mixed with a crow. I even thought that I had seen one once at the San Diego Zoo.
I used to believe that sprinkling pepper on a bird's tail would somehow make it passive and it'd belong to you...which stemmed from my misinterpretation of my father's comment that if you could get close enough to a bird to put pepper on its tail, you might as well catch it!
I used to believe that ducks grew up to be swans. I think this has to do with the fact that there is a pond near-by with ducks and swans on it. And also the tale of the "Ugly Duckling" where the duckling did actually become a swan.
One night we were at my grandparent's second house (out in the woods) and the adults decided to show how to catch a bird whose name I can't recall. Well, we had to hold the bags and the adults would "chase the birds" and we caught them. We put them in the outside shower and we found holes in the bags thinking they got away. For a few years me, my brother, and cousins believed we had actually caught real birds when they were really rocks.
When I was little, I used to think that when burrs came in contact with birds that the birds would stick to them.
The birds, not able to escape, I thought that they would eventually morph into burrs.
I thought that sparrows were young pigeons.
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.
My mom always used to tell me that brown eggs came from brown chickens.
When I was little I thought that birds were the very essence of evil. I would scare them away when I saw them by saying " Fly away animals of the devil! " and, they would. So, I thought god had bestowed a magical power on me, and I needed to rid the Earth of all birds.., It was my destiny. So one day when I visited my friend, ( Who had a pet Bird, Arnold.) I screeched and said, don't move, ther's a demon in your house!" She stood still thinking i meant a real demon ( We were 4 ) and hid in a corner. I then opened the window, grabbed the bird and hurled it outside screaming my magical phrase. She started crying loudly. Her mom came in the room to ask why Olivia was crying. I said " don't worry Mrs. Anderson, those are the Happy tears, I saved her life and got the demons out of your house." I walked out with a smile on my face.
Olivia never spoke to me again.
I used to believe there was a bird called a 'bird' that looked exactly like a crow and only adults could tell the difference.
I used to believe that if I took the eggs from the egg carton that my mother would purchase from the market and drew faces on them, a little chick would appear and look exactly like what I drew on its shell.
I put four eggs underneath the sofa a few hours before we were going for vacation. We came back two weeks later and my mother found the four eggs underneath the sofa while cleaning. I scolded her and screamed that she killed them, because they were broken (I put them underneath a book on top of the heater so that they'd be warm). I told her that it was her fault that she'd never have grandchildren and that I was going to call 911 and report her for murder. I never forgave her since.
Oh, and I did call 911. They came to my house and my brother made up some lie so that they'd leave. It didn't really work out quite well.