Today I had to walk from the building I usually work in to a warehouse on the other side of the plant. On the way there, I passed by a bush that a bird was perched on. I thought it was kind of weird that the bird kind of just stared me down and didn't move. After I had passed it a few steps, I felt something hit my shoulder like someone had thrown something at me. That happened all the time in high school, so it's nothing new to me. I turned around to look and didn't see anything. I kept walking, and I felt it again. I turned around again and saw the bird from the bush flying above me and flapping its wings menacingly. I didn't really feel like fighting a bird, so I kept walking. After I turned my back, the bird hit me again. I would have asked the bird what I did to it to make it so mad, but it's a bird and I probably wouldn't have gotten very far with it.
Between that and the numerous splats of bird droppings on the sidewalk, I'm getting a little paranoid of birds.
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8 years ago
6 comments:
Oh poor Cameron. Sounds like he's got a mean case of ornithophobia.
If I were you, I'd start running between buildings...
That poor bird-who is probably male-must have thuoght you were homing in on his gorgeous female. Watch out!!!
I would have busted out my crane kick on him, but I haven't done that since third grade, so it probably wouldn't have worked.
If this had happened to Sam, she would'nt leave the house again until all birds flew south for the winter.
That's not even an exaggeration!
I hate to be the one to break it to you but we are the south that a lot of birds fly to.
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