After we made the fire starters, mom told me she would burn one as soon as they were dry, and email me the photo documentation.
She did, and she did.
Here are the pictures she sent me...
Do you see anything wrong with these pictures?
Yep. You're right. That is a dead bird in the upper left corner.
We don't open the wood stoves often during the summer months, and obviously this little one found his way in but not out. It's sad, really. I won't deny that.
I thought it might have been old age, I thought maybe she had seen the bird and was playing a prank on me (just ask her about the egg drop project my sophomore year when my family provided the eggs... oh the smell. The site. The crying cheerleaders. My laughing mother.)
Much to my relief, she did not see the bird, and I didn't know whether she was going to laugh or cry when I showed her the pictures back. I, on the other hand, was doing both. I tend to shed tears when I laugh that hard.
And you know what she said to me after removing the bird from her wood stove?
"Well, I guess I'll go bury the poor little thing... I should probably give it some company and bury it with the guinea pig that's in the freezer though."
Yup. That's me mum.