I like birds but I'm not convinced they like me. Once, when I was a kid, I was climbing a tree and a huge owl took off from a branch above me, emptying its bowels as it went. My head and shirt were covered in...well, you know what. On another occasion, I tried to rescue a seagull that had become entangled in a fishing line and was unable to fly. It rewarded my kindness by grabbing my finger in its beak and refusing to let go. My watching friends found it hilarious as I danced around trying to shake a seagull off my finger which was now spraying blood everywhere. On yet another occasion, I was walking through a field where peewits nested. These birds are famous for "dive-bombing" anyone or any creature that comes near their nest. They fly at you at top speed and then turn away at the last second. The one that came at me was either short-sighted or psychopathic and it slammed into the side of my head, leaving us both momentarily dazed. I swear it laughed as it flew away.
As I said, I'm not convinced birds like me.
