My husband loves to run. He runs almost every day. Sometimes I go with him, but usually I don’t. It’s impossible to keep up with him and as someone who does not enjoy running at all, I always get left behind.
One day, a few weeks ago, D got up early to go running like he usually does. On this particular morning, I chose to stay in bed. He left and came back close to an hour later. When he walked into the apartment, I was sitting on the couch in my pajamas eating cereal and watching the Disney Channel. He looked at me and told me that a bird had attacked him while he was on his run. Right there on the beach! A crow flew up to him and clawed him right on the back of the neck.
Of course I asked if he was okay. I checked out his neck to make sure that everything was okay. And then, naturally, I laughed. I had never heard of birds attacking people while they were running. I felt bad for laughing but it was pretty funny. Little did I know that I would pay for it later.
On the 4th of July, D and I were having a barbecue with some friends. Our friends were running late and D was finishing up the ice cream so I left the apartment early to find a spot for us to sit in the shade. As I was walking through the park, minding my own business, I heard a loud “caw” right in my ear and a big, fat crow struck me with his talons. If I didn’t know better, that crow was out for blood because he struck me hard. But then he flew away. He attacked just once and then he was gone. I didn’t even need to shoo him away. He must’ve known that if he stuck around, he would’ve had to deal with my wrath… and that’s not something that anyone- human or animal- wants to deal with ever.
I’ve learned a valuable lesson through all this… always be on your guard and beware of the birds in Chicago.