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.