oranges, hair cuts, and chicken face bird

I appreciate normalcy.

Everyone has a different definition of what their "normal" is.
My normal is a typical day like this.

We picked oranges from our backyard yesterday, after school.
I gave hair cuts to a couple kids (the two with the *least amount of hair).
and we sat and watched a big fat white chicken faced bird trying to figure out if it was really a bird bird or a chicken bird.. ?? .. ? I know. weird.

After seeing our chicken face bird here and there for the last couple of days we saw that it had a friend, which to our surprise was *another chicken faced bird, white as well. (getting weirder.)

Then while eating dinner (thank goodness we weren't having chicken for dinner because if the chicken bird really was a chicken it could have been offended *pointed out my 10 year old Shane*) we saw it nestled on the ledge of the window/top of our backyard patio cover. At first we thought it was a white grocery bag of some sort, but when I got the chair to climb up and have a look through the window, it turned it's white chicken face at me with its beady eyes, which also looked red, and pecked the window.

I got down from the chair, somewhat offended and afraid, and told the kids to leave it alone. (so weird)

This morning we woke up and my oldest son and I are the first ones up. Seth noticed the chicken bird still in the same place nestled in the same position. I looked (didn't dare climb up again) and thought "OMGOSH, chicken face is dead. It got so cold last night, and he was in the same position,no nest, no family, no friends, he must have died." So almost sure that he was dead, I got the chair, climbed up to take a peek and start planning how I was gonna get this dead chicken bird off my window seal/patio cover before the rest of the kids got up to look for him and I'll be danged if he didn't look around with his red, beady eyes and start pecking the window. I almost fell off the chair. I was almost positive he snickered at me and flew off. (weird to the 3rd power)

Now we have a big plump white chicken faced bird with red beady eyes as a stalker.
and there it is. My normal.