Today I was
jogging along an abandoned road where an old house had been demolished. The site was still surrounded by a retaining
wall which has steps, and an old cave like garage at street level. As I was going past this garage a bird (here
on referred to as Miley) launched itself towards me and actually collided
with both my feet (they were passing each other, as is their habit when I
run). Having managed to survive the
impact we both reacted with surprise and indignation, with me primarily
occupying the former and Miley the latter.
As this awkward bird arched away sounding a bit like Oba-chan when I
absentmindedly leave a light on, I recovered my stride and laughed. I think I will go back and see if Miley is
nesting or some such thing. Now that Sir
Isaac Newton is nowhere to be found (I hope he is okay); I have the time
to pursue these mysteries. I wonder if
Miley is telling all her bird friends about her close encounter with my ugly
running shoes. . .
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| My head is touching the ceiling here. |
When I went back for the photos, there was no sign of a nest or Miley. I guess it was just a random occurrence. . .
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