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i used to think that because chicken hatched eggs by sitting on them, so could i......so i would sit lightly over an egg all day to try and hatch it, i did that on easter too to hatch easter bunnies
I have seen others that said that said that they had been told that if you put salt on a birds tail you could catch it. Apparently this was a long tradition in my family and that both my father and his father (born in 1900) had done the same. I took my turn when I was about 4/5 and my brother, who is 8 years younger did the same when he was that age.
I stood with my parents and laughed hysterically and imagined what I must have looked like to have tried that. A few minutes later though my parents got the biggest shock of their lives. After about five minutes running and shaking salt my brother returned with a bird! As my parents had promised that he could keep the bird if he caught it they had to go buy a cage and food.
We had the bird for about a year and my mom got really tired of it and decided to let it go while my brother was at school. When he came home she told him that a man had come around asking if they had any birds for sale and offered her a dollar, which she promptly gave to him. As his allowance was 5 cents a week he was thrilled.
A few minutes later he came in from the backyard with a salt shaker in one hand and a different bird in the other! My mom had to tell him that they only needed one bird and that he could not keep this one. My brother is still fantastic with animals and could probably catch a 3rd if he tried.
I used to believe that I could make a chick hatch from egg carton as long as I kept it warm :)
I used to belief that when it rained that all the birds died. Where eles did they go for shelter.
My 7 year old nephew holds the opinion that the correct name for a pidgeon is a "city chicken".
I used to think that if you threw a ball high enough it'll turn into a bird. for the next three years I would spend hours trying to turn my ball into a bird.
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.
When my family would go camping, early in the mornings I would often be woken by the sound of crows. They sounded like they were in much pain. So, when I asked my older brother about it, he told me that an evil old man used to put the crows in fishnets and bury them. I believed his story and for the next 2 weeks of camping, I spent all my time digging holes to try and find the crows!
When we were young, my friend and I convinced my friend's little brother that the birds were calling out his name.
He listened and a look of shock spread across his face as he heard it.
It was the time of year when big black evil looking birds gathered and swarmed in big black masses across the cold sky. I think he must have thought that they were going to get him.
When I was little I loved the Pocahontas movie, and I used to sing in my backyard the colors of the wind song. However, whenever I did, If I heard a bird make a noise or the wind blow, I thought that I was being spoken to. I would get all excited and think the birds were actually trying to communicate with me. "Mommy, the birds are speaking to me!!"
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 little, I loved to play outside. Especially when it was almost winter and all the geese were flying south. You know how they always flew in those V's, and make those sounds? Well, for some odd reason, I used to think that they were talking to me, and that they were giving me messages through some sort of sign language. I don't know how it started, or why I thought that, but I just used to get all excited when i'd see/hear the geese.. i'd think, "I wonder what they're going to tell me today!"
In preschool there was a girl named Robin and I throughout the whole year I thought she was the Bird Queen because of her name.
When I was little I asked my dad were spam came from and he playfully told me it came from birds and they would run around yelling spam. So up until I turned eight. I believed in Spam Birds.
I used to believe that owls could turn their head all the way around forever, that there was not point at which it hurt. I thought their neck was just like a little round hinge that would let them look around anywhere.
When we were kids (obviously) my sister used to tell me she could talk to crows, a crow, - She told me he would bring her pink stones every time he visited. I thought she was making it all up (she liked feeding me LIES!) until one day when we were walking the dog i saw pink stones (spray painted but pink stones none the less) on the ground and then there was the crow..... so i apologized, realized how special my sister was and never doubted her again...
I once heard somewhere a statistic about ducks flying into airplanes. Somehow I got it in my head that ducks could fly faster than airplanes. I used to ride in the plane and look out the window for ducks to flap on by. I was always amazed at how fast they were. In 10th grade, I said it out loud to someone for the first time, and realized how silly it was!
When I was about 4 or 5 I thought that I could hatch an egg if I kept it warm long enough I went through about 10 eggs and sheets because I kept falling asleep
i used to think that birds were actually flying dogs
and i was convinced that they were all out to get me
in other words.... i was scared of birds
When I was three years old I used to believe that we (the people) descend from pigeons.That's because some pigeons were always staying on my grandmothers' window-still.Later,somehow i gave up to believe in this.