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Ever read The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe? I remember reading it in high school English and thinking, &#8220;That bird&#8217;s not scary.&#8221;
That was before I had ever heard a raven speak. 
We visited my mom a couple of weeks ago and went to the zoo. In the aviary section, there was a giant raven in a cage. My sister told me it talked. &#8220;Say &#8216;Amen&#8217; to it&#8221;, she said. So I did. 
It&#8217;s throat bulged out, filling with air. It looked like a bullfrog. Then, it kind of squeezed that air and talked. It didn&#8217;t say &#8216;Amen&#8217;, it said &#8220;Amen&#8217;s coming&#8221;, which sent chills up my spine. I scrambled to get a video of it as it said it over and over. I wasn&#8217;t in time. Once my phone was out, it stop talking. It started screaming. With God as my witness, it sounded exactly like a little kid screaming in pain. 
It was awful, but I liked it. Because it creeped me out. The best part, though, was that it&#8217;s voice was really, really deep. It didn&#8217;t sound like a bird. It sounded like a creepy old man with throat cancer.
As the raven was screaming, I turned to my sister and said, &#8220;I hate birds&#8230;.. So. Much&#8230;&#8221;
&#8220;I know&#8221;, she replied. 

Anyway, I learned that ravens can, in fact, be scary/creepy

On a side note, a bird pooped on my face as we were over by the elephant exhibit. My sister tried to get a video of me yelling and shaking my fist at the sky, but wasn&#8217;t quick enough. By the time she got it out, my tantrum was spent. 

Freaking birds&#8230;

Ever read The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe? I remember reading it in high school English and thinking, “That bird’s not scary.”
That was before I had ever heard a raven speak.
We visited my mom a couple of weeks ago and went to the zoo. In the aviary section, there was a giant raven in a cage. My sister told me it talked. “Say ‘Amen’ to it”, she said. So I did.
It’s throat bulged out, filling with air. It looked like a bullfrog. Then, it kind of squeezed that air and talked. It didn’t say ‘Amen’, it said “Amen’s coming”, which sent chills up my spine. I scrambled to get a video of it as it said it over and over. I wasn’t in time. Once my phone was out, it stop talking. It started screaming. With God as my witness, it sounded exactly like a little kid screaming in pain.
It was awful, but I liked it. Because it creeped me out. The best part, though, was that it’s voice was really, really deep. It didn’t sound like a bird. It sounded like a creepy old man with throat cancer.
As the raven was screaming, I turned to my sister and said, “I hate birds….. So. Much…”
“I know”, she replied.

Anyway, I learned that ravens can, in fact, be scary/creepy

On a side note, a bird pooped on my face as we were over by the elephant exhibit. My sister tried to get a video of me yelling and shaking my fist at the sky, but wasn’t quick enough. By the time she got it out, my tantrum was spent.

Freaking birds…

  1. krissyboarden said: "t was awful, but I liked it. Because it creeped me out." You just described the impetus behind why I like anything.
  2. regainingmymoxy said: My Mom raised crows for the Audubon. One was too small to release. It learned to talk. I had a pet bluejay. He learned to talk. My sister had an African Grey. He learned to talk and would yell chores to me / trick the dogs into coming to cage to bite them
  3. tallmormon said: And they ate the most intelligent birds
  4. gettingamyright said: This post made me snort with laughter. Thanks for that
  5. runningwithguts said: *too. (apparently I can’t spell.)
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