It was a lovely weekend morning. We went to the beach down the hill for some breakfast.
For the first time in my life, I truly felt targeted by a bird.
Splat, missing my elbow by a whole lot of not much.
The crows wanted the crumbs and scraps, or the entire thing, and we were not sharing fast enough.
The crow that targeted me flew right up onto a branch overhead and shot at me while I was finishing. It was only possibly intentional.
Effing crows.
