Today I Got Attacked By A Bird. Twice.

Today I had to tutor a client in the pacific palisades.  Since I got there about 45 minutes early, I decided to go to a Starbucks and do some reading.  As I was walking from my car into the restaurant, I saw a guy walking by the Bank of America towards me get whacked in the head by a small black bird.  He was mildly freaked out and we shared a moment of commiseration because he was glad someone saw it (me).  Seemed like just a strange fluke thing.  It was kind of breezy, maybe the bird just wasn’t paying attention.  

But then, as I passed under the same BoA awning to go to the Starbucks, I felt the same bird woosh past my head, only inches away from my ear.  That was freaky.  I didn’t know if it was the same individual animal or just a strange, palisadian species of dive-bombing fowl I’d never heard of before.  I made a note to be cautious on my way back out.

Forty minutes and 25 pages later, of course, I forgotten all about it.  So as I was walking back to my car, contemplating the use of footnotes in fiction, I was completely not expecting to have my head violently pecked and wing-thwaked by an angry avian.  But that’s what happened. It hurt.  And was kind of scary!

I don’t know if there’s a point or moral or lesson to all of this.  Just be cautious if your’e ever walking under this awning outside BoA.  There’s one crazy ass bird hanging out there.  Also, I hope I don’t have bird flu.