There was a headless bird sitting on our stoop.
"Where is its head?" she whispered in horror.
"I don't know," I whispered back. "Go get the camera"
We all have our priorities.She brought the camera back and it hadn't moved. It was just headlessly standing there right next to us.
As I got closer to take the picture, I could see its little chest moving in and out as it was breathing.
The horror. The horror.
We were talking in normal tones about it now, and I even reached out and pushed the pink bottle of bubbles away to see if that caused any reaction. It never moved. It just stood there on its creepy little legs - completely upright but with no head.
Then it suddenly whipped its head out from under its wing (or wherever it was keeping it) and actually sat there and looked at us for a minute like it had no idea where we suddenly sprang from.
Then he flew away to join his zombie brethren.
He's lucky a cat didn't come by. With such crappy situational awareness, he would have been toast.