Yesterday I was taking my evening constitutional, acclimating myself to the deep heat and humidity while enjoying music from the Rolling Stones' "Sticky Fingers" album on the ole music module. As I strolled along a suburban sidewalk--minding my own business, incidentally--I feel this windy "whoosh" force pushing against the back of my head. It felt as though a football had been thrown at me and only missed my noggin by inches.
As I instinctively turned, I realized what this missile was--a small bird that whooshed past, just before soaring up to perch on the telephone wires above the road. Thinking "hey, that was a bit odd that the bird came so close to hitting me" I continued along the way, listening to Keith Richards and Company belt out a riff.
Not five seconds later another "whoosh" goes by the back of my head, and I turn to see another bird had done the exact same maneuver! This fist-sized avian hellions were trying to muscle me out of their territory! In fact, it was just like Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds", had it been done on a Roger Corman budget and featured only two birds.