Seriously. Why do birds have to come out of virtually nowhere all the time??
Damn things are freaky, man. One minute, no birds, the next - boom! Right there!!
The worst case ever was golfing years ago in Kelowna. I had hit my ball close to a little marsh full of bullrushes. As I approached, some manic bird with delusions of grandeur started dive-bombing me - all I saw were flashes of black feathers, beak and angry talons! Or claws - whatever...
I had to drop a new ball, as the looney twit-head wouldn't back down. I imagine he or she must have had a nest in there, but still - I've never recovered. If I would have been holding a tennis racket instead of a golf club, that scenario would have played out a lot differently...
Unlike Dr Doolittle (Mrs. That Dan Guy) who has chatted with bluebirds on the deck in the past, I can stand to do without winged psychos, thank you very much...
Chow for now!
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OH brother! Delusions of grandeur? Are you sure you are talking about the bird?! Sheesh! And yes, that's right, I HAVE spoke with a bluebird on the deck before, as in 2 inches from my coffee cup! Not that anyone (Mr. That Dan Guy) found that at all interesting! Hey, watch out Mr. I see a flurry of feathers, beaks, and talons dive-bombing towards you right now, aaaaaaahh, look out!
Phsych!
That bluebird must have been vision-impaired, and thought he was standing on a branch...
Whatever, I think he knew full well he was in the presence of Dr. Doolittle!
Thank you!
He was probably drunk as a skunk, and thought he was in a bird bath...
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