I wanted stop, drop and roll.
I wanted … my mommy.
Yes, some people don’t like snakes. Some hate spiders. Me? Barn Swallows.
When I come in contact with a Barn Swallow, it’s as if I am an extra in a Hitchcock film. It’s like the bird is everywhere and I don’t know what direction it will be coming from next.
If you don’t know or have never experienced it, the Barn Swallow can be a bit cantankerous when you get near its nest during breeding season.
Cantankerous like a B-52. A Kamikaze with feathers — and a beak it’s not afraid to use.
Talk about territorial — these birds think anyone inside a 50-yard radius is the enemy.
At the office last Saturday putting together another stellar issue of The Vista, I took a break and walked to the mailbox.
As I approached the mailbox, I felt a blast of wind near my left ear. Moments later, the same thing — right ear this time.
It may have taken me two dive bombs, but I got the message —BARN SWALLOW!
Then the female swooped in.
I must have looked like Muhammad Ali bobbing and weaving.
I couldn’t believe I was a target. I was far enough away from their nest that their attack was obviously personal. No doubt, they heard of my fear of them …. probably went back to their nest and had a good guffaw about the guy covering his head and running for cover.
I just have one message for them: Don’t let your babies grow up to be Barn Swallows.