This morning as I steeped from the curb in front of my house I heard a strange noise.
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I looked behind me and there on my neighbor’s roof was a crow pecking at the metal flashing on their roof. I watched him for a minute as I walked and then began pondering something else.
There was a whoosh a few inches from my head as the crow swept past landing on the house to my right.
Man, that crow almost hit me, I thought unsuspectingly.
Then it swooped past me the other direction, actually touching my hair.
Oh shit, I thought as I started to run towards my car.
I got around the corner and half a block up and slowed to a walk. I was just thinking about how weird it is for a crow to attack you from across the street when I felt it beat past me again.
"Ahhhhh! Fuck! Go away!" I squeaked, running the rest of the way and diving into my car.
That crow better not be waiting for me when I get back or I'm gonna... move.
Now, what does one do about an aggressive crow? I live across the street from one of the most popular parks in Seattle; this cannot be good.
2 comments:
Hmm. Crows. Crows like to play around. I suggest small pieces of something shiny, like a tinfoil-wrapped pebble that you can throw away from yourself to distract it. It's only messing with you because it knows it freaks you out.
Or he's flirting.
I figure that he wanted some shiny bits of my bloody scalp to play with. Wheeeeeeee!
I'm going to start bringing my tennis racket everywhere from now on.
Just imagine the flying feathers!
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