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Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Doin' the caw caw pigeon

So, I'm walking to work today and it was one of those warm mornings where I didn't have to wear a hat or scarf and was enjoying having the wind blow my hair around for once. Then just as I crossed the street and was nearing the subway entrance, a mad flying pigeon appeared out of no where, flying right at me. I sort of made a little squeal as I crouched down, hoping it would fly above me or veer to the left before making contact. Alas, it flew straight towards my head and flapped its dirty wings in my hair. It was so scary, if felt like a bat was in my hair or something and I could hear cooing noises above my ear, which made me squirm even more. I could have been screaming, I really have no idea for sure.

When the pigeon finally flew away--what seemed like hours later--I had a group of people looking at me from a distance but not wanting to get too close to the actual fiasco. Some of the women gave me a sympathetic look; men were looking at me as if I was crazy while I was busy checking frantically to see if there was any poop on my black coat or in my hair.

I tried my best to walk away gracefully and seem somewhat unfazed by the incident, I smoothed out my hair and walked down the subway steps as if this happened to me everyday and I was late for a day at the spa, lol. At least that's how I hope it looked to the people around me shaking there heads as if I invited the pigeon to have a romp on my head.

Posted by Tara at 9:01 PM PST
Updated: Tuesday, March 1, 2005 7:55 PM PST

Thursday, January 13, 2005 - 10:12 AM PST

Name: Nicole
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I feel your pain!

Pigeons are amusing but unpredictable. When I was in the Bahamas on spring break one year, the "affordable resort" we were staying at was crawling with pigeons, cheerful stray dogs, and children.

So we're lounging by the pool one afternoon, sunning, and there's pigeons bobbing and weaving around our lawnchairs.

I make eye contact with one particular pigeon, and, being a wise guy, whistle at it as it walked by and said, "Oooohh .... a silver-haired siren."

The pigeon, apparently affronted, SQUAWKED and flew RIGHT AT MY FACE!

Shrieking, I did pretty much the same thing - hands over my head, ducking, as this crazed pigeon flew into my hair, beating and flapping its wings before it wheeled away to plan more mayhem with its dirty and disgusting brethren.

It was great. Loved it. Three cheers for mustering your dignity and going along your way :)

Thursday, January 13, 2005 - 10:31 AM PST

Name: Tara

oh no, sorry Nicole that you had a similar experience :( damn pigeons!


Thursday, January 13, 2005 - 12:38 PM PST

Name: Mac
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There's just no way to walk away from a pigeon attack gracefully. If it makes you feel any better, I make an ass out of myself with regard to pigeons at least twice a month. Misery loves company and all that. *grin*

Saturday, January 15, 2005 - 3:10 PM PST

Name: mamazilla
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well, look on the bright side - in some countries that's considered an omen of good luck... um, i can't name one of the countries off the top of my head and our country certainly isn't one of 'em but...

oh wait, i think it's good luck if the bird actually poops on you... hmmm, nevermind.... suffice to say, coulda been worse. (btw - thanks for stopping by and commenting at my blog!)

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