I was out for a run yesterday on the bike path at the Forks of the Thames when a Red Winged Blackbird swooped down and nailed me on the top of my head. He got me with both feet and pecked me with his beak. The little bugger nearly drew blood. After the attack he flew into a bush and squawked at me. It sounded like HAAA HAAA HA HA HA!!!!

  I kind of felt like Hunter S. Thompson when he drove to Las Vegas in his convertible and was attacked by giant bats.

  Contrary to some of my friend's accusations I did not wet my head and dip it bird seed prior to running, nor was I suffering from dehydration and imagined the entire event!