Meet one of Evan’s play areas.
This one is located in our bedroom. Evan plays in his “car” mostly in the mornings while I’m getting dressed. For the most part, it is a good distraction for him. You see, his “car” is positioned in front of the door that leads out to our balcony and next to a stand up mirror. (Just to clarify, the balcony door stays shut and we pull the blinds up). This way, Evan can look at himself and look outside. Like I said earlier, it keeps his attention.
Well, a fatal accident took place. While Evan was looking at himself in the mirror, a crazy bird hit our glass door. Apparently, the bird hit the glass so hard that he broke something. It was the saddest thing ever! The bird was obviously suffering, but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to touch it because I do know they carry lots of parasites. So I panicked and frantically started calling people. I’m apologizing now if I called you, sorry. Of course, when you need to get a hold of someone, they don’t answer….thanks Kendra! So, to make a long story short, the bird died.
WARNING: VERY GRAPHIC
The moral of this story: we will be keeping our blinds shut. Evan already witnessed this tragic event, and I just pray that he isn’t scarred for life. Evan did say “uh-oh” when the bird hit the glass. It was so sweet and sad at the same time. Also, I DO NOT want to be possibly associated with killing anymore innocent birds. R.I.P Mr. Bird.
As a sidenote: Lovebug was working and he didn’t deem it reasonable to stop what he was doing and come rescue my bird….I’m not trying to throw my husband under the bus or anything, I’m just saying.