Brigget has created what she is now calling the Creepiness Corner. This is where the Creepiness to end all Creepiness appears to be stashed. Not only are those horrifying spider legs still kicking around, but they have been joined by owl eggs. And not just any owl eggs. No…your average, normal, non-stomach turning owl egg wouldn’t do for Brigget’s creepy corner of the hay loft. Instead we’ve got partially developed, embryonic and mummified owl eggs.
And because I knew you’d hound me to the depths of my grave if I didn’t get pictures for you (you sick puppies, you!), I found myself hanging out a barn loft risking life and limb trying to get my hand on the camera just so you could have a cheap blog thrill! (Have I mentioned yet that I risked life and limb for you?)
The first egg in Brigget’s collection looks normal. They’re small, like bantam chicken size. You’d think a bird that big would have big eggs, wouldn’t you?
Uh, huh…getting creepier! Partially formed baby owl. Were you eating breakfast? So sorry (ha!)
And, last but certainly not least, the mummified baby barn owl.
Of course, we’re still waiting to see if there will be babies this year. There’s been quite a bit of activity in the barn, with both parents flying in and out, so we’re hopeful. Me, especially, because then when I risk life and limb climbing that ladder into the loft, it will be for something far less creepy.
The Really, Really Scary
I’m not much of an entertainer. My grandmother, even my mother, enjoys a good party and having a house full of guests. Me? I didn’t inherit that gene. Or so I thought. I’ve found that blogging is rather like entertaining, only you’re visiting my cyber living room and I don’t need to vacuum first. Or dust, for that matter. And typically, I’m not a game player, either, so I was surprised when I found myself signing up for Vicki’s Fun Monday. But then I realized that seeing the cyberview from my cyber living room was the hospitable thing to do. After all, Grandma wouldn’t close up the drapes to prevent her guests from looking outside, so why should I?
And do you know…people I’ve never met before came to visit! And I felt all tickled pink, and thought to myself, “This must be what it feels like to be Grandma!” Lots of guests stopping by to tell you that you’ve got a lovely view, or that the head of a dead horse hanging not far from your door isn’t so weird.
Well, today I was visiting a few of those new people, and imagine my surprise when one of them tagged me for a new game! I have to tell you, my stomach did a double back somersault when my brain notified it of my name being there on the list. A game? A new game? My mind began running in circles just like those headless chickens do. Would I have to think for this game? You know how I avoid that…
Thinking did not appear to be involved (sigh of relief!) However, posting a photo of yourself…a fresh from bed, no make-up and no-coffee-morning face is what is being asked for. Well…that’s a lot to ask of someone, don’t you think? Especially when you’ve only just met them? And now I’m left wondering if this ever happens to Grandma when she entertains… Grandma, do your guests request seeing you as you roll out of bed in the mornings? I’ll venture to guess not.
But this is exactly what Robin over at Pensieve has asked of me, and since I don’t want to appear rude…well, I said I’d play…and I really, really apologize to my regulars. I know you like creepy things, but this is beyond all that. It’s just really, really scary!