[CaptainCrunch]

Weird day.

We had a company putting tournament on the RCGA 18 hole putting course.

At the end of the 9th me and my foursome retire to the club house for some drinks and theres a bird in a tree that keeps flying over my head and hovering then returning to his tree.

Fine . . . weird by fine.

We decide to continue to the 10th hole when I see a fast moving shadow and feel a wap on the side of my head . . . WTF!?!

I look around just in time to see the shadow and I get hit in the head again.

I spin around and start taking off because this bird really hates me . . . I look back and see this thing flying right at my face. I of course dive for the turf and then take off and stand halfway down the fairway.

The bird lands and starts walking towards me. I pull my club back and this thing takes off and dive bombs me again. I don't swing my club, maybe my compassion is showing through. I take off for the end of the fairway it lands on its tree and calmly watches as four other people walk by its tree.

Either Alfred Hitchcock is laughing in its grave or mother nature has targeted me for a feathery death.

I've never had this happen before.