Beware

In my last post, I told you about a special pet bird I “had” as a kid. I’m going to tell you a secret now, and it’s going to be really funny.

I’m afraid of birds. Well, more like flocks of birds. One or two, or a small group, are fine.

Yes, I understand the irony, or maybe even karmic justice for thinking I could own a wild animal.

It seems anything bird-related, I can thank my dad for. He “gave” me Albert, but he also showed me Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds when I was probably too young. I’m terrified. When we went to San Francisco for vacation one summer, my dad even came up behind me near a big flock of seagulls and said “they’re hungry, watch out for your eyes!” Another time, in a grocery store parking lot, they pooped on me, and I had to go into the grocery store with bird poop in my hair.

Last night we had to run an errand, and dear God. They had invaded. There were waves. Will had to honk to get birds out of the way because they blanketed the parking lot. They swooped overhead. Once we parked, I carefully got out of the car, and they flew straight at me.

Poor Will is a champ at handling me, though, because he hurried me inside and I was ok. They were suspiciously gone when we left, so I’m not sure what area they went on to terrorize next. All I know is that I’ll avoid that store at that time for a while, until they move on for the winter.

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