Today – while walking Socks, I noticed a bird that was hanging out on a fence. He gave me the eye. I reciprocated.

As we got closer, the bird started hopping around the fence. I kept walking. I didn’t really care about the bird. I didn’t really care about the hopping.

Then – it started flapping his wings and puffing his feathers out . . . this bird was trying to start something with me.

I kept walking – not wanting to get drawn into a situation. The bird kept hopping down the wall and then decided to do a couple of quick agressive fly-bys. I waved my haves in the air – both to show him that I didn’t care – and to indicate that I wasn’t above throwing down with a tiny bird.

Socks had no idea that any of this was going on.

The bird landed on the fence – ahead of us – and continued to do his little angry dance. Then he jumped into a tree. Then he decided to take one more shot at it and he zipped into the street right in front of us.

Socks was still blissfully unaware that anything was going on.

I thought better of everything – I didn’t want to be the guy who socked a birdy. I also didn’t want to be the guy who was potentially beaten up by a tiny dinosaur. So – I turned around and went back the way I came – never knowing why that bird had it in for me.

Strange days – when the birds become bullies.