One time when I was golfing in Palm Springs, I was having a lunch break after the ninth hole, and a crow was eyeballing my sandwich. He flew straight at me, grabbed the sandwich with his talons (while it was still in my mouth) and we had a power struggle over who would be finishing the sandwich and go home happy. Needless to say, the sandwich was strewn about the concourse. And since I don't eat food off the floor, he won. I HATE BIRDS.
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