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I used to believe that if you planted magpie (an Australian bird) feathers, you could grow one. My elder brothers convinced me this was true by placing a magpie chick in the garden one morning
Apparently, when I was little, I used to try and grow chickens by 'planting' their feathers in the ground.
For my 8th birthday I had my heart set on getting a budgie. My mum and me went to work on a list of things that the bird would need. I was quite perplexed though as to why the bird would need a " cuddle fish ". It took me a while to realise I had mis-heard cuttle fish for beak sharpening. I did, however have to most adorable picture of my little bird going to sleep every night snuggled up to his pet fish.
When my granddaughter was in my truck with me, I pointed out a Roadrunner to her. She said, "Hurry! Roll the window down! I want to hear him say beep beep!"
When I was small, I didn't know that ducks paddled their feet to swim. I thought they ran into the water and the momentun carried them across the the lake or pond. I always wandered what would happen if they ran out of momentum and got stuck in the middle of the water.
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.
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.
When I was a kid I used to believe that the birds up in the sky chooses people whom they don't like to shit on them. So whenever a bird was flying above me, I whispered softly that they have nice feathers and hoped that the wind would convey my message to them!
I used to believe that bird perched on telephone wires to keep their feet warm
When me and my little sister were kids, I told her that peacocks make the sun rise and set. She believed this for years, until in she decided to stand up in class and share this fact with everyone else. We are both in our 20's, and I still make fun of her for it.
I wanted a bird so my dad said that if I could pour salt on a birds tail i could keep it. I ran around the yard all day with a salt shaker. No Bird!
When I was very small my parents told my twin brother and I that if we told a seagull our names they would let us catch them. That would lead to two small children chasing seagulls around the beach shouting their names as loud as we could.It never would but we kept believing it would ( maybe we were supposed to speak in Seagull)
When I was little I must have asked my dad why birds don't get electrocuted when they sit on the wires. His answer was "because the electricty only runs on the bottom of the wires". I believed that well into my 20's until I learned differently!
it took a long time for me to realise that duck tape was actually duct tape and was not made for, with, or by a duck.
When I was little, I used to make a nest out of towels and sit on plastic eggs with my brother, thinking that sooner or later they would hatch. They always did with the help of our Mother, and had money inside of them. I thought that the eggs we cooked for breakfast were defective, because they contained no money.
because i always saw a lot of birds perched on telephone lines, i used to believe that they were built so that the birds could rest
My Dad use to tell me if I pouted and stuck my lower lip out, a bird would come and poop on my lip.
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.
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.
When I was little I thought birds were having important meetings when they sat together on the telephone wires.