Bird is the Word

As you may have gathered from the last post, Teressa and I are actively hunting for bargains.  It has been amazing to see how God has provided thus far.  Teressa’s cousin, Matthew and his wife GAVE us a crib!  That was very kind of them and we are grateful.  Over the past few weeks, we have been actively looking on Craigslist for another crib that looks similar to the one already given to us.  We found one this past weekend in Winthrop Harbor, IL. 

When you agree to check out an item from a Craigslist posting, you never know what you may find.  Our first experience was when we purchased a stroller from a woman in Deerfield.  Teressa and I instantly connected with her and we stayed and talked for an hour. 

This time was different.  Not because the woman we bought the crib from was a hoarder or the house was un-kept.  No, it was weird because as we walked in, we noticed that the mother of the lady selling us the crib had a bird perched on her head.  She must have seen our reactions.  She responded by saying, “Don’t mind me.”  We all had a good laugh.

I was not laughing a few minutes later.  As we were inspecting the crib, I heard the awful sound of a bird’s flapping wings.  The sound got closer and closer.  I began to feel the wind around my head as the bird approached.  Yes, you guessed it.  The bird landed on my head.

I truly wish I could have seen my reaction from another’s point of view.  Apparently, it was quite funny.  Teressa was laughing.  The crib-seller was laughing.  The grandmother, whose head the bird belonged on, was apologetic.  Never in my life have I had a bird land on my head…and I hope to never have a bird land on my head again.  

One day I will tell the mini-mahls a story about how their dad was willing to sacrifice his life so they could have a safe and comfortable place to sleep.  Overly dramatic?  Maybe.  But you didn’t see the size of that bird.