I thought calamities only happened when my husband was on a
trip… Apparently, they can happen anytime. A few weeks ago, I felt like maybe I
should be on one of those shows on Animal Planet.
Our new neighborhood is really nice. There is a pool and a
gym within walking distance of our house, so I am loving it.
Since, it’s readily available and this is the off season for
my job, I’ve been visiting the gym. Plus, the young student pilot’s wives who
hang out at the pool look like they’ve stepped off the cover of a fitness
magazine… But I digress.
I’ve been happily walking back and forth to the gym each
day, since it’s so close. The other day, on my way there, I noticed this bird
kept flying really close to me but I didn’t think much of it and went on with
my work out.
On the way back, was another story. I passed the same
building where I noticed the bird, but this time, he was making a loud noise
and flying really close to me. Before I knew it, he was dive bombing me! Now, I
have been attacked by mocking birds who have a nest nearby, but this was a little
sparrow! This bird literally chased me down the street. When I told my husband
he just laughed, but after walking the dog down there, he also confirmed that
there was indeed, an angry bird present.
All weekend, I would drive past and see the little bird
keeping an eye out. It appeared to have a nest under an eave of an empty
townhouse on my street. When Monday rolled around, I was dreading my walk to
the gym because it scared the bejeesus out of me to be chased by this thing. I
was starting to feel like Tippi Hedren, knowing this bird would be there as I
rounded the corner. I decided to jog in hopes that the bird wouldn’t notice,
but alas, he saw me and managed to get one good dive in before I reached the
gym.
On my way back from the gym, I decided to just run, which is
something I avoid like the plague. I work on cardio, because hey, it’s the
first rule of
Zombieland but I see no
reason to run until the actual zombie apocalypse… Here I go again, getting off
topic… So that little bird once again chased me down the street.
I’d only just escaped (the bird must have a “territory” or
something) when a student pilot came out of his house and said, “Hey…
everything ok?” I was tempted to yell, “we’re under attack!” but as previously
mentioned, the bird had retreated, so I just looked ridiculous. I gave him a
red faced smile (I am not cute when I run) and an out of breath “hello” and continued
on my way.
This was the week that I was also attacked by ants (another
story) and jumped on by a giant dog… My best friend said I need to have my own
show, “When Animals Attack Lindsey.” Needless to say, even though it’s within
walking distance I have been driving to the gym ever since.
