A crazy bird just flew in my window.
Then into the wall opposite the window.
It scared the bejesus out of me.
I suspect it was a kamikaze pigeon.
I ran about after it with a towel for a while before catching it.
I was just going to shake the towel open out of the window and then I thought what if it doesn't fly and drops like a stone?
Do I really want pigeon murder on my conscience?
Answer: No I don't.
I had to take it downstairs and let it go in the back garden.
It flew off, I knew it was feigning injury just so I'd give it bread.
Oh lordy, I hope it doesn't have delayed concussion (can birds get that?)
Why do I care?
Maybe because of all the open windows in all the world it flew into mine.
I'm just really glad I don't have a cat who might have tried to munch it.
I do want one, but mainly so I can call it Ziggy Mac Stardust.
Then I could say; hey I have a cat called Ziggy Mac Stardust.
I think I may need to work on the banter a bit more.
Still, sometimes it's nice to have unexpected guests.
UPDATE: Have I done something to upset our feathered friends today? It's becoming like something out of the Hitchcock's The Birds. Another pigeon, the same window, but this time it was shut. There was a horrible bang as it hit the glass. Ahh! What is going on here?
UPDATE 2 : Skeadugenga has come up with the quite brilliant theory of Ninja Pigeons. I did a little research and looking at this article I think she may be right.
I am quite insulted though, talking to a so called friend I said I thought I could take a Ninja pigeon in a fight,
Friend: Would you be armed?
Friend: You couldn't take a Ninja pigeon, it'd kill you.
Me: What if I had a Katana*?
Friend: The outcome would still be doubtful on that one. Would the pigeon be armed?
Me: Possibly... possibly with nunchakus? Come on though, I'd have a Katana!
Friend: That pigeon would beat you down!
* A ninja sword.