Alfred Hitchcock was right about the birds

I use to live in a large city before I saw the light and moved to my little bit of suburb heaven. Sure, there were lots of nice things about living in a large city. Traffic was not one of them.

I was driving to work one hot, summer morning. As I rounded a curve in the road, there were the ubiquitous city pigeons, filling up my side of the road. Of course we all know that unlike squirrels or other animals, birds fly out of the way before the car gets there.

Except for the one trying to prove Darwin's theory. He stays put.

I couldn't change lanes into the cars next to me. And I still kept thinking the stupid bird would fly away. Isn't that what they do?

But, it didn't. Until my car was right over it. Then it flew up into the engine of my car.

I heard the rather sickening sound but thought, oh well, one less pigeon. I looked into my rear view mirror to see it fall to the road.

But, it didn't.

Then, I hit a little bump in the road. And pigeon feathers came out of the hood of the car. Oh yes. They did. And they proceeded to come out anytime I hit a little bump.

I was sick. I got to work and paid a guy $20 to go out and get the dead pigeon out of the car's engine. It was suppose to be like 110 degrees that day and I didn't want to face the aroma I assumed would be waiting for me after a 10 hour shift at work.

He was a good friend. He got it all out for me and I didn't have to know any more about it.

Until I started home. And the car's dash lights started coming on and the temperature gauge went up and strange smoke came out.

The bird had taken out not only himself, but a large chunk of my radiator and other important things. Several hundred dollars worth.

Oh Darwin. Where is the fairness in that?