Attacked!

[muckefuck]

I was making my way to the nearest cafeteria for lunch when I felt something on the crown of my head. It felt almost like a tree branch, but then I noted that the nearest one was over twenty feet away. When it happened again, I realised it must be a bird, so I waved it off and dashed several yards away. This time I saw the culprit return to the bough of an ash and chatter away agitatedly. I was tempted to find something to hurl at the little fucker but I realised (1) I'd never hit him and (2) I'd look even more foolish. No one seemed to have noticed that I'd just been assaulted by a blackbird, so I hurried on to the lunchroom.

On the way back, I kept my eyes fixed on that tree. My nemesis wasn't present, so I kept walking--and got nailed again when he flew out of another tree on the other side of the road. This time, I didn't escape unscathed: A guy driving pass on a lawnmower saw, pointed, and laughed. Oh! A palpable blow to my pride!

I sure hope this doesn't happen every time from now on! Anybody got a pellet gun?

Comments

[currawong.livejournal.com]

Poor Tippi ! Does Rod Taylor do house-calls?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, there's no mention of this on his web site, just pointers on seeking his autograph. Maybe he'd show if I said it was a birthday party for my nephew.