I met a friend for dinner last night, and ran an errand for Mom before I met my friend at the restaurant. I went into the drugstore, found what Mom needed, and was in and out in less than 10 minutes. Imagine my surprise when I got to the car and noticed that I'd been attacked. I think that every bird in Jefferson county had some serious digestive system issues yesterday afternoon and they all decided to take it out on my just-washed BMW. Not just on the hood of the car, but on the roof, the sides, and on the trunk. If you ask me, I think they were just hiding in near-by trees, just waiting for an opportunity to punk me. And punk me they did.
I believe it was an act of vengeance. For you see, yesterday morning on the way to work, I hit a blackbird. It wasn't a premedicated murder - just an accidental death. The bird was in the middle of Cane Run Road along with a few of his cronies, pecking at an old hamburger that someone threw out. His cronies managed to fly away to safety, but he didn't. From that moment on, I knew I was a marked woman.
1 comment:
Yep, sounds like this was a well planned retaliation attack. A hit. Good thing it's winter, because if I were you I think I'd leave the sunroof closed for awhile, til this thing blows over.
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