Two Strange Events

These two events are entirely unrelated, but both I found very interesting.

The first had to do with my surgery last week. I spent a lot of last weekend on the couch at home, in a good bit of pain which was numbed somewhat by the Vicodin. I did have the time to reflect back on how terrible getting my wisdom teeth out would have been two hundred years ago. Perhaps they would have never come out and rotted back there or gotten infected and killed me. Either way, it made me very grateful for our modern dental services. Unfortunately I couldn't just lounge around all weekend eating ice-cream and watching movies, I had a Traditio class on Monday and we were assigned to read Francis Bacon. I have to admit, being on Vicodin and reading Bacon was sort of what I must imagine being on Vicodin and drinking alcohol is like. I couldn't get more than two sentences into that blasted philosophy book without passing out. It was extremely frustrating, and I can't say I came to class with a very friendly attitude towards Bacon. But then Mr. McIntosh, during his lecture, mentioned that because of Bacon's novel approach to science, we have him to thank for our wonderful modern dentistry. I did repent of my hard feelings towards Bacon after that. Ironic, eh?

The other event is just weird. Today while Joel and I were getting dressed for the wedding our kitten sat perched on our bedroom windowsill and watched the birds playing in the tree right outside. Joel went over to pet her, and just then a bird flew right into the closed window. Thunk. It flew away, leaving a large amount of feathers stuck to our window. We thought that was strange, but continued getting dressed. A few minutes later Joel's downstairs ironing his shirt and I hear another giant thunk. A SECOND bird had flown into the window, in the same spot. Two times in one hour is highly unusual for our window's bird-attracting scale, but then before we left it happened one more time. Another witless bird smashed its little body against the glass. I have to say that was one of the strangest things I've ever witnessed. Who knows how many more kamikaze birds attempted the same feat after we left. All I can say is that by the time I came home there were a lot of feathers stuck to our window. The only reason that I can think of why that would happen is because they saw Whiskey and were perhaps trying to protect their young? Or maybe Whiskey was luring them in with those beguiling kitten eyes. Who knows.