I left my apartment to take Howl dog on his daily walk. Approximately half way through the walk a sharp object is hurled at my back. I turned around and found no one there. I looked up and there’s a bird, talons out, hovering over my head. It immediately dive bombed my head. Thankfully I ducked, but now I was left with three options; try to make peace, flee, or stand my ground and fight. I chose to run that day, as I think running away looks far less silly than wildly punching the air.
Reluctant to change my path, I decide to walk by the volleyball court again. This time I was vigilant and kept my eyes to the sky. There were a lot of birds, but I couldn’t recognize the one that had previously assaulted me. You’d think that sort of bird would naturally possess an easily identifiable mark, like a scar over its eye, or a shackle over its foot.
I just about make it through with no incident, then, out of nowhere, talons grab my arm meat. Again I run to safety.
The menace was caught in this video footage. Notice my quick reaction speed, followed by an out of shape comic book artist sprint.