Ah, what a wonderful day it is to be walking down this street on this day under the sun! And what a gorgeous day it is, indeed, to be walking under slick blue skies and meek white clouds moseying their way to another time, as I bide my own.
Friends! It is something to behold!
I smile, proudly look up, and make step after step in light, giddy waves…and then a dense, whitish glob of bird shit falls right in front of me. I look up, the pigeon looks back with a grin. “I’ll get you next time,” I yell, thrusting my fist in the air.
A crow caws, a seagull yells. I continue to walk, smiling.
Later, as I make my way through the maze of Seattle Center and safely (after nearly being hit by a car) walk down Fourth Avenue.
I hear faint cries, distantly, and let them blow by. Then I hear a scream, a loud, aggressive caw, quickly followed by another and then another and I look up, squinching my eyes, and see a crow, angrier than a decapitated hen, cawing at me, telling me to get lost, I don’t belong there and I realized that it thought I was trying to get at its babies, the ones faintly crying up in the tree. Ain’t it great in the park?
And I thought, “That bird is going to attack me.” And then I thought, “No it won’t. It just wants me to leave. Besides, they don’t attack. Unless you consider that one movie.” But that doesn’t really count, does it? Read More