I leave my workout in the morning. As I step out into the nearly empty parking lot, I can't help but notice the crowd of large black birds ambling about. Cue in no musical score. I hurry to my car and drive home. The birds let me go.
That evening, as I'm driving home from getting my Sonic diet Coke with cranberry my blood begins to freeze as I look up and see not hundreds, but thousands of birds (no lie) on the telephone wires. A bird flaps its wings; I startle. I keep an eye on them as I cautiously proceed through the intersection of Hwy. 75 and University Ave. I cast a glance in my rearview mirror--no other sign of movement.
Is this natural? Is this normal? Am I about to witness an unprovoked attack by our black-winged friends? Only time will tell, my friend. Only time will tell.
