Living alone has its perks and at times it can be a test of faith. Most folks who ask about me living in this “big” house by myself want to know if I am scared. The answer is always no. I am a loner by nature and seriously, what the hell am I supposed to be scared of? I lock up, my house is lit up and most importantly I have a gun and I know how to use it. Further, I will use it.
However, some things will freak me out. Strange noises. Mice in the house. The pregnant cat who hangs around the entire neighborhood, I wish she would sit down somewhere because she stays pregnant and her parenting skills leave a lot to be desired.
Anyway, yesterday morning after watching Osteen on television, I went to turn off the lights around the house. While I was standing at the front door, which has this gorgeous glass center, I heard some type of knocking. In fact, it almost sounding like it was on the roof. So in my pjs, I opened the door and the noise stopped and I went back to bed. After a brief nap, I heard the same knocking again. So I went back to front door, looking out the glass center and I don’t see anything, but now it sounds like the glass weather door is knocking against the frame. Again, I open the door and was like there is no way the wind was causing the door to knock, because there was no wind. So I decide to go outside to see if something was on the roof. Well, there was no knocking again so I still went in search of what was causing the noise, because in my head someone was trying to get into the house from the roof. Yeah, I have a vivid imagination. Of course, there wasn’t anything on the roof.
I come back into the house and of course no sound, however, when I started to go fix my breakfast, guess what I heard? Yep, the knocking of the weather door against the frame. So I open the door slowly and guess what was making the noise. A bird. A bird was sitting on the step down from the door and he was pecking on the glass weather door causing it to knock. Since I was slow opening the door this time, I was able to see the bird fly towards the shrubs near the front porch. And if I had paid attention I would have noticed all the bird droppings right there on the door step…damn bird scared me crazy. I guess birds can be vain too.
Don’t get it twisted…I ain’t never scared…LOL!