After yesterday afternoon’s torrential downpour I decided to take a walk through Transmitter Park to capture some photos while the light was still dramatic outside. I took a few shots, and made my way down the wildflower path, enjoying the post-rain quiet, the tranquil solitude, surrounded by nature. Then, literally, I was actually surrounded by nature. I felt something scrape the top of my head and my first instinct was that it was a pebble or leaf blowing in the wind. Then quickly I felt another blow to the top of my head, this one more serious. Suddenly I saw several birds hovering and swooping over me like I was tonight’s dinner. I screamed, arms flailing like I’d just won the bird attack lottery, and ran back down the path. Another bird swooped down and scratched my head again. I continued screaming and ran for cover inside the doorway of a nearby building. This isn’t the first time the birds have attacked locals in Transmitter; it’s been happening for years. Apparently, it is nesting season for the birds and the brute force attacks should stop once their babies are able to leave the nest. And, to truly live up to their schadenfreude-inspired name, “Other birds may gather to watch as the mockingbirds harass the intruder,” according to Wikipedia. So if the mockingbirds piss you off while you’re enjoying the park this month, just fly the coop and head to the Barge for a drink.