So I was never scared by Alfred Hitchcock's movie "The Birds". Joey, Dad, and I always gave Mom a hard time about this movie, but I may watch this movie now in a new light. For you see I walking outside my park just like I always do. There were a couple of crows that were being obnoxiously loud, but thought nothing of it. Then, one bird flew close to my head. "Hmmmm," I thought, "This bird must be blind." I checked around for baby birds, but didn't see any. Not considering my walking a threat, I continued walking. A couple iPod songs later, a felt something peck my head. I was ATTACKED by a bird. Stunned, I looked up and heard the crow laughing at me. An older gentlemen checked on me and said the "situation" was being handled for the children. "Maybe the poor walker victim too?" I questioned in my mind. Anyways, the handling part was just as funny as me being attacked. One guard came in with a motorcycle helmet and a sack. He proudly showed me the sack that the killer bird was suppose to go into. The other brave guard, also smiling, had a stick. I was very amused watching them go back and forth trying to catch the flying, angry bird. Of course, they were not caught...the killers are still on the loose. I guess this story could be continued as I'm on my way outside for another walk.
There was no harm in the making of my story. All hairs and skin are intact. :)
