Dead Bird Chair

Dead Bird Chair

Montana

October 2016

We arrive at our friends' house a few days before they return home.  Darcy goes out to the porch that over looks the valley and calls to me, "Come see this view. It's beautiful." 

 So I go out and she is laughing a little bit, "here,  this is your chair" and she points to this large, blue lounge chair. I am walking with my eyes on the scenery; the chair hangs in the peripheral of my view.  Darcy is still chuckling as I begin to ascend the seat.

"Stop", she says.  And I look and see this huge, dead bird.

"That's your seat for the rest of the  trip," she tells me. 

I decide to stand instead.  Sometime later in the afternoon, Darcy removes the bird because I don't do dead.  And then I rotate the chairs several times so I could no longer remember which chain is the Dead Bird Chair.  I don't do dead very well.