Fear of Birds

Under siege today by a totally deranged bird. It was sitting on the verandah peering at us through the open doors and chirping in a most please-feed-me-am-a-baby-and-have-just-been-abandoned-by-mother sort of way. This insane bird actually went so far as to fly INTO house, in spite of hubby reassuring me in new authoritative WIRES-volunteer voice that birds would never do such a thing. Hubby chased bird out, as I ... well... ehm... ran away and hid in the bathroom.

Have a healthy respect for birds (that is to say, am terrified of them; they are evil and directly descended from velociraptors and so on - check out the eyes) so made the logical choice to close the doors and consume my lunch on the lounge.

Bird - 1, Anna - 0.

Last we checked it was still sitting on the verandah looking in - it even followed us around the house when we went to kitchen, and proceeded to sit outside kitchen window... (potential horror-movie script perhaps?)

Hubby would like to add, for the record and so all things are clear etcetera, that bird is definitely NOT deranged OR insane. Is the fault of silly people who feed native wild birds and render them incapable of looking after themsel... OH my God, it is outside the office window!!!
I may never go outside again.

Whilst we are on the subject of birds - hubby actually has a pet bird. In beginning of relationship my (then) uncontrollable fear of it was a source of great amusement to him. He would cruelly let it out of cage then watch and laugh as I screamed, cried and hid under the covers on the bed. After the first five years I started to get used to the bird, and now can handle it quite well. Admittedly is very small parrot.

Only a person with a true phobia of something might be able to understand my ill advised fear of this:

Hubby laments the fact that I am no longer plunged into full blown panic-mode when bird is extracted from cage - thus he has lost his primary tool with which to torment me. This is what happens when you are together long enough.
Not that you wish to torment each other, everybody does that - but that you will admit it.

Wonder if hubby has hidden agenda when saying that he is planning to build aviary in backyard for purposes of nursing birds back to life after they have met with an accident?

Surely not.