After my viewing of this disturbing movie I had just enough money to grab a cup of coffee. And, I came face to face with one of the things I fear most: birds. Yes, I am a-scared of birds. Always have been. And, not because of that silly 60’s movie — but just because of the way they move about. Creeps me out. I remember feeling rather validated when I saw JURASIC PARK and the correlation between flesh-eating dinasours and birds was made. No wonder they creep me out.
Anyway, this experience triggered a protective instinct in me and made me feel a great deal of empathy/sympathy for this poor bird.
I walked into this random coffee shop. The door was open. I got my coffee and a bird flew in and was so freaked out. It kept trying to get out of the shop but continuously flew into the windows not finding the door into which it had flown. So, instinctively, I attempted to coo and attract the bird to lead it to the door. It almost worked, but then the bird suddenly threw itself into some sort of mad panic. It flew away from the way out and to the back of the shop to the register. Upon being shu’d away from the counter it zoomed forward — and crashed into a window breaking its neck. The bird died.
…talk about put me off my coffee. Made me sad.