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Okay....all of this occured in the last 20 hours:
My son (9yo) comes home from school crying and holding a tiny potted plant; the plant, however, was not gonna make it. It was a baby lupine, and the top had been bent. I asked him how it happened, and he told me that "2 really mean girls" from his class "flicked" it, and wouldn't stop until it was broken. (I already have every intention of talking to the teacher about this - these 2 girls have been a problem since the start of the school year).
This minor event seemed benign enough, right? Besides, it's Friday! No work, no school for a couple days; it's sunny and warm outside in South Jersey; it's all good. I figured that my boys and I would simply head out to the nursery and get some more seeds, and plant our own lupines. No big deal. It would be fun.
(Before I continue, I want to note that I recently moved into an old farmhouse. With the exception of getting used to mice in the house, I can't say I have any complaints. I'm surrounded by 100 acres of farmland - complete with wildlife, wildflowers and the occasional redneck driving by in a pick-up truck, complete with gun rack and God Bless America decals. :) )
Alright.....so around 6pm yesterday (Friday), the boys and I are coming down the steps of the deck, heading to my car, when my older son (12yo) says "Mom - check it out! The bunnies must be getting used to us! She didn't even run when we walked by!" I looked over, and sure enough, there was a bunny (not quite a baby, but not an adult either) just sitting there. Its head was laying on the ground, as if she couldn't hold it up. She was breathing, but VERY slow. Very odd - no blood, no torn fur, nothing that would tell me she lost in a fight of some sort. I asked my boyfriend to check on her while the boys and I were out, and we would go from there when I got home.
We got home about an hour later, and it was starting to get dark. The bunny hadn't changed her position at all, and the breathing was the same. Because I didn't want her to become the entree of the barn owls' menu for the evening, I found a box, put a blanket on the bottom, and then scooped her up and into the box. I knew she wasn't going to make it overnight - it was quite apparent her neck was broken.
She died a couple of hours later. Very bizarre experience for me - I've helped many an animal along the way, but this was the first time where I couldn't figure out what had happened to the animal.
My boyfriend and I went to bed around midnight. At around 1am, we were both awakened to the sound of a car horn honking - but not like an alarm. Just one, long, LOUD, honk. Remember, I live on a farm - there's NO ONE around. Boyfriend threw on his clothes, mentally preparing himself for a possible altercation with someone who shouldn't be here. I threw on my robe and followed him downstairs. Horn is still going full-blast.
Turns out the horn was boyfriend's Jeep Cherokee. Absolutely nothing we can think of, would constitute how just out of nowhere, the horn would go berserk. And man, was it loud. He jacked up the hood, and eventually just disconnected the battery. He was pissed, I was freaked, and it took us until about 3am to fall back asleep again.
Today - 9am: I head downstairs to get the coffee going, see what my kids want to eat, etc. They have a playroom where they hang out, and they were playing videogames when I got downstairs. I was standing in the doorway, asking them what they wanted to eat. As they were thinking it over, I glanced out one of the windows. A bird - a starling - was flying full-force toward the house. I watched, absolutely horrified, as this beautiful creature slammed into the window, bounced off the screen, and landed in the garden below. The kids were freaked, I was freaked. I ran outside to see where he went. He was laying on his side, head still moving around, but the rest of his body was motionless. My younger son said "Mom - what is going on around here????" The bird died by the time I got the kids fed.
I'm supposed to be leaving here in two hours to go to Philly for the Phillies/Cubs game - and I gotta tell ya, as rational-thinking as I usually am, I'm wondering if I should stay put. Or if I should get the hell outta here.
Please - no teasing. Jeep horn aside, two animals dying in such bizarre ways has me shaken up; even worse is that my boys were witness to both - and I have no reasonable explanation for them.
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