How old were you and could you have used the pistol if needed?Only once in my life. I was in high school and my parents had left my younger brother and I at home alone so they could go to some company party one night. We were in our bedrooms at the back of the house when I heard a really loud thud from the kitchen. I heard it, but nothing followed so I paid it no more attention. Then it happened again....and then again. And the next time I heard it, glass was breaking along with it. I assumed someone had broken in the kitchen window. As I was going to my younger brother's room to collect him, I grabbed Dad's 1911 from his bedside table and put both of us in his bathroom and called 911, dragging the phone cord under the door before locking us in. The whole time I'm hearing broken glass crunch underfoot, things falling off shelves. I was convinced someone was ransacking the kitchen and then, just like someone flipped a switch, while I was on the phone with 911, it stopped.
I don't remember how long it took, but it felt like an eternity before the blue and red lights showed up. After a few minutes, I heard one of them call out "Police Department!" and I responded that I was back in the bathroom. They told us to wait and that they'd come to us. A few more minutes go by and I start hearing laughing. One of the cops shouts back to us, "Boys, I think it's clear, you can come out." I left the 1911 in the bathroom and we made our way into the kitchen to see two cops in the kitchen with one of the windows indeed broken. A few cups and mugs were also in the floor, broken. And lying dead, in the middle of the kitchen, right in front of the fridge was a rather large bluejay.
the best we could figure, with the light on in the kitchen and it being dark outside, the bird must have thought it was attacking another bird, seeing it's reflection in the window and flown into with enough force to break it. It must have then freaked out being inside, flown and flopped around until it did an header into the fridge, snapping its neck.
I asked the cops to leave a note for my parents because I knew they would never believe me. They helped us tape a garbage back over the window and then left. The only thing my Dad was mad about was the fact that I didn't wipe down his pistol before I but it back. "Boy, you know you got that damn dragon's blood. You'd rust every gun I own if I didn't follow behind you and wipe 'em off."
