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[commotiocordis]

Story!

Yesterday, when we were getting back from church, I was walking up to my front door and all of a sudden this bird comes out of nowhere and flutters at the glass/screen bit of the door. Like a hummingbird, trufax. But it wasn't a hummingbird, it was some random perhaps robin type of bird. It was like it was trying to get in through the glass, it sort of smacked against it a bit. And then it looks at me, flies off to the tree maybe 10 feet from the door to a branch about 10 feet up, and immediately flies back and does it again, flutterpecksmacking at the window. Then it left, sadly, when it couldn't get in the second time. I mean, LOL! I wanted to catch it and cuddle it because it was a little one (I think one of the ones that just hatched this spring in our carport on the other side of the house) and cute and hummingbirdlike. Or just get a picture of it trying to get in, but it didn't return when I came back out with my camera and hung around for a while.

And that's my story. LOL.

Comments

[someidiot.livejournal.com]

Sounds strange, but ever since I got bitchslapped by a seagull as a small child, birds intruding on human life haven't been able to elicit sympathy from me. XD

[crashcart9.livejournal.com]

Ahh! Seriously? Oh, how does thatstory go?

My brother swears that the birds that nest in our carport (the spawn of whom I believe the not-hummingbird in question to be) are attack birds that swoop down on his head whenever he walks past, but I've never believed him. Perhaps birds do do such things, if your seagull is any indication.

[someidiot.livejournal.com]

I was at Sea World. I don't remember my exact age, but I was probably seven or eight. We were going to see Shamu perform. My parents bought me a delicious-looking cinnamon breadstick, upon which I was to nibble as I watched the show. And right as I was about to proceed with said nibbling, this seagull comes out of NOWHERE. He grabs my cinnamon stick in his beak, slapping me in the face with his wings multiple times. Let me tell you, that stings. He breaks off most of my breadstick and flies away with it. In the span of less than a second, the small child about to eat her tasty treat to a crying mass of treat-less misery. And there were red marks on my face shaped like wings that stuck around for a few minutes.

Mine was the last of the cinammon sticks the concession stand had, too. They felt sorry for me and gave me a free cookie, but it wasn't the same. :,(

Perhaps I'm only seeing half the story, though... it's possible that the bird had some sort of tragic past, driven to his actions by relentless parental abuse and the cold, heartless world that had turned a blind eye to his woe. But he was still a bastard for traumatizing small children. DX

[crashcart9.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear. That's some bold bird right there. You'd think that it could get enough to eat simply by picking up the copious amounts of food people drop on the ground at places like that. Therefore, I must conclude that as it thought itself too good for eating off the ground, that is indeed a bastard bird.

And cookies def. don't make up for cinnamon breadsticks. Nowhere close. I can't believe it actually left marks, though. That's just cruel.