If anyone will appreciate this story, it's my mom—or for that matter—anyone who is a runner. Doesn't it seem like we always have the craziest stories that happen to us when—of course—no one else is around to see it happen? I'm telling you, ask any runner. They have stories... lots and lots of stories.
This is the story of the dive-bombing Brewer's Blackbirds.
Yep. You read it right. DIVE-BOMBING BREWER'S BLACKBIRDS. A.K.A. Angry Birds of Idaho. Here's how it happened. I was out for a run this morning. You know, a little 6:00 am 6-mile run to get my heart rate going and to wake me up. Not a big deal. I was running west down McMillan, a street in my hometown. About 11-minutes into my 60-minute run, I heard this crazy squawking and looked up to see a blackbird hovering over my head, and then he swooped and dive-bombed me! I thought it was a little odd at first... but then the little stinker kept coming back. He would fly, swoop, hover, dive at me, and then fly back up and perch on the power lines.
You guys—this happened for the next 40-minutes (I ran 3-miles out and 3-miles back, so for 4 of the 6-miles, this was an ongoing battle). And it gets better... the little blackbird summoned all his bird bullying buddies and at one point, I had about five... FIVE birds that were joining together and all dive-bombing me at once! They would take turns and perch-swoop-squawk-dive, perch-swoop-squawk-dive, perch-swoop-squawk-dive. And what was I supposed to do? I was 3-miles away from home... it's not like I could do anything else but run home.
At one point, I stopped running, looked into their little beady eyes while they sat up on their power lines and yelled at them, "WHAT?! WHAT IS IT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Yes, I yelled at the birds. And they did nothing. They just sat on their power lines and chirped down at me, acting all innocent and like I was the crazy running lady who was yelling at them (which, had I been observing this, I would have thought the same thing). But then—as soon as I turned back around and began running—they started dive-bombing again! Finally... finally as I came within a mile of my house, they stopped following me. I kid you not, it was funny. Actually funny.
The best part about this story is that McMillan is a little 2-lane road that runs through Meridian, and there are quite a few people who take it to travel to work... so as this was all happening and I was running along the shoulder of the road (there are no sidewalks), cars were driving by! I can't even imagine how funny it must have looked to see this girl running and being dive-bombed by these little black birds. Just priceless.
When I got home, I didn't know what kind of birds they were (just small black ones), so I googled it and found that they are Brewer's Blackbirds... and here's the thing, apparently this isn't out of the ordinary for them to terrorize people like this! And it's not like I was wearing something crazy... I had on a lime green top and a white hat... nothing that would attract any unnecessary or warranted attention from birds. Anyway... that was my story for today. I have a lot of stories about running... but this one takes the cake.