So I was out jogging this morning… or is it ‘yogging’ with a soft J?
Well, anyway. I was out jogging and a RAVEN (yes, that’s right, a giant, fat raven) landed on my head.
Out of friggin’ nowhere!
As you may guess, I shrieked like a little girl and batted at my head, though by then the raven (not crow or cuddly pigeon or anything) had already taken off.
Then he just sat there on a nearby fence, pretending like nothing’d happened. But I knew it and he knew and my poor head knew it. Their claws are very sharp, take my word for it.
Just in case it was the Angel of Really Bizarre Warnings or a trickster god in disguise, Tony and I turned around and jogged the other direction. You don’t want to mess around when there are foreboding avians on the loose! Maybe today’s a good day to go back to bed…
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Hahahahahahahahaha!! I told Damon about this, and he laughed very hard.
Did the trickster get you to agree to any deals or bets while you were shrieking and waving? ‘Cuz I’d watch out for that, next time . . . :D
Hehe
At your expense… that’s delightfully bizzare :)
I like the theory that it was trying to mate with you!