re: #259 Grackle

Sorry, I have to learn to be more clear in my responses.

I was walking to visit my wife at UCSF one day, and I saw, taped to the inside of the window of a shop I was passing, a simple sign. It said:

“THE BIRDS! THE BIRDS!”

I said to myself, “Well, what the hell does that m—-“

and right then a grackle divebombed me, landed on my head, pecked me, and flew away. Then it flew back in for another attack.

I ran like Darwin going after an iguana, and after I was ten feet away he decided he’d won. And I muttered to myself.

“The birds! The birds!”