I have to set the stage. My sister is here from out of town and my daughter swung by to see her. So there we were. My mom, me, my sister, my daughter and…Honey. Yeah, he wasn’t thrilled either to find himself sitting with four very gregarious women. But you know, I wasn’t about to let him off the hook as I like to see him squirm. >:)
Anyway, we started to swap what I’ll call “Wild Kingdom” moments. Mine consisted of feathered-Oscar-Pavarotti, Steven King and our new pains-in-the-asses, a pair of rather large red-crested woodpeckers who-beat-on-our-pines-trees-until-I-can’t-think-straight stories. Everyone is laughing and asking questions. Everyone but Honey. He’s quiet, or more like, solemn. *I twirl my handlebar mustache* Heheheh.
Then my daughter regaled us with her hawk tales. It seems Mr. Hawk took a liking to her neighbors Koi pond. Yeah. You know that story didn’t end well. Here again Honey is silent as he downs his alcohol beverage at double time.
Then my sister chimes in. Here’s the conversation,
“Ooh, that reminds me. You should have seen what happened last week when Uncle Peter and I were sitting out by our pond. There we were, enjoying the early evening when this sparrow comes flittering around. I said to Uncle Pete, ‘if we’re really quiet he/she may land on the rock in the center and take a drink.’ So we both stayed still and sure enough the pretty little guy lands, but just before he leans down to get a taste, a frog leaps up out of the water and grabs him. Not shite! It was in less than a blink of an eye. I nearly died and poor Uncle Peter freaked out. He jumped up and started to search the murky depths, but he never found either of them. We couldn’t believe it.”
You gotta know at this point, I’m on my phone googling “what kind of frog eats birds” and getting the shock of my life when someone’s posted the occurrence actually happening on YouTube. Who knew? When my sister says,
“It was totally unbelievable. You know? We’d found two other small birds floating in the water at the beginning of the year and we worried there was something wrong with the pond.”
Finally a comment that elicited a reply from Honey, as he deadpanned, “You do have something wrong with your pond. There’s a flesh-eating prehistoric mother *ucker living in the damn thing. Get rid of the rock or you may have to relocate Jabba the Hutt.”
I don’t know why, but I LMAO! The guy cracks me up even when he’s sulking. Gotta love it.