Chandri MacLeod (chandri) wrote,
Chandri MacLeod

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I swear the birds in this town are on some kind of corrosive avian crack. As I was walking back from class this morning, a tiny cheeping winged form came diving at my head. I ducked, looked, and then shrugged, then figured it was a fluke. Until about ten seconds later when it happened again, different bird. And then again, and again. And again. I began to seriously fear for my life (eyes, anyway). Crazy psychotic tiny birds, flying at me like tiny feathered fighter jets. When I finally made it to the end of the path between the townhouses right next to the campus, and dove into the woods, they eased off. Though every time I heard cheeping the whole way home I twitched.

Avian crack. Tiny feathered fighter jets. Fear for my LIFE. *paranoid shifty-eyed blinking*

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