Wes and I were at Target on Saturday (getting the foam sheets for jugular veins), perusing the film selection (in Wes's words, "There was a movie I wanted to buy. I just don't remember its name or what it was about."), when I saw it: Follow That Bird. Now for those who were not subjected to this nightmare film as a child, let me synopsize: Big Bird is adopted by a family, the Dodos, but finds that he doesn't like his new home. When he runs away to go back to his nest on Sesame Street, he is pursued by his "social worker," the dreaded Mrs. Finch. At one point, Big Bird is captured, painted blue, and sings a sad song in a cage as The Blue Bird of Happiness. I don't know what it was when I was little, but this movie scared me. Mrs. Finch was the scariest thing since Jaws. Why wouldn't she just leave Big Bird alone? He was a grown bird after all. And he had Snuffy and Maria and Mr. Hooper. She just kept following him.
Even today, I can't shake it.
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I have spent a number of hours now, watching many Mrs. Finches. They come to my feeder and are quite docile. Actually, there is usually one Mr. Finch, a brown bird with very bright raspberry red highlights, and a harem of Mrs. Finches. They live most of the winter here in the shrubs around the house and are willing to share the feeder with any other bird that comes along. So take a deep breath and remember, "IT'S JUST A MOVIE!"
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