I like to decorate for Halloween which, of course, includes strategically placing some realistic-looking feathery birds about the house to stare at people. Just never know where you’re going to stumble across some crow gawking at you. Which reminds me … a few years back (okay a lot of years back) I happened to be taking a course on folklore which also included local myths and legends. The professor told a myth about how it’s bad luck to have a dead bird on your doorstep. I thought the myth was fun, but I’m really not superstitious so I didn’t give it another thought … until a few days later when my son and I heard a thump at the front door. We opened the door. I gasped. On the stoop … a dead black bird.. “Oh, no,” I said, “What does that mean?” My son who didn’t miss a beat said, “Bad luck for the bird.”
Poor little guy!
Stories are fun to tell, aren’t they? I think of that story every Halloween.