The Birds

So I went out a-shopping again today. Seeing as how I have finally convinced myself that carrying too many bags really is painful, I was able to take a leisurely stroll home instead of the usual frenetic jog/walk. I get to walk a scenic little route on the way home and I am looking at the Water of Leith and some pretty buildings (see my pictures link... plug, plug, plug) when I think I hear someone making fun of the birds. At first, I think maybe whoever that is just doesn't like birds. But then, this mocking gets taken to the extreme. No bird sounds that mean or squawky... But then I realize that it really is a bird making these noises. Not only that, the bird is pissed at me!! I am clearly invading some kind of territorial boundary by walking down the path. Now a few people are staring at the bird and laughing, including me. This seems only to further infuriate him. With crowds now surrounding us, I must decide how to handle the bird. I have inherited only a slight fear of birds, knowing this thing could fly up and peck my eye out or something, but I can't let the hoards of people see me bullied by a bird!
So I do the only thing I can do... I pretend to see a friend calling me from ahead and run to catch up with said friend. After fake waving, I ignore the people looking to see to whom I have just waved. I turn quickly round the bend of the path, where only one bystander has seen my quick maneuvering. He (it would be a he, wouldn't it?) says, "No worries... woulda done the same myself. Cheers." And walks off laughing.
Bloody birds.