This morning, as I emerged blinking into the light of day at 24th and Mission, I got hit in the face with a pigeon.
That's all I've got for today.
Posted by dianna at May 13, 2005 10:25 AMthe whole pigeon, a la fabio? or just the gooey pigeon by-product?
Posted by: didofoot at May 13, 2005 11:08 AMDefinitely the whole pigeon. Pigeon on the wing. Fowl in mid-flight. Caught in a moment of airborne grace, powerful wing muscles working in concert to propel it to hopefully greater heights than about five and a half feet off the ground.
Posted by: Dianna at May 13, 2005 11:21 AMNot to totally ignore my baby sister's well-being, but was the pigeon okay?
What I'm really asking is, do you have a softer face than Fabio?
Posted by: katie at May 13, 2005 02:58 PMIt was only a glancing blow. The pigeon thwacked me in the cheekbone region with a furiously-beating wing and continued on its way. I slapped my hand to my face in disbelief, realized I was totally unharmed, and continued on my own way making little "what the hell?" noises. For the record, the pigeon was probably also making "what the hell?" noises, but they were indistinguishable to me from the standard run of uncomprehending pigeon noises.
Posted by: Dianna at May 13, 2005 03:12 PM