My aged companion Crisp spread our picnic lunch out on the grass below the giant stone eagle in the park.
It was a warm day we were having what Crisp called a lazy day.
Just as she took out the salad rolls she’d prepared a large drop of bird poo fell and landed on her head.
This took her by surprise and she squealed in shock. Looking up she asked: “Isn’t that a stone eagle?”
I replied it was but it was more likely a passing pigeon had deposited on her head.
“I have been psychologically damaged by an eagle.
Got attacked by an eagle once,” she said. “I was in Africa and it swooped down its claws trying to carry me away. I fought it off but scarred me for life.”
She cleaned herself up but still took a cautious look up before taking her first mouthful.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2019/12/04/crimsons-creative-challenge-56/
Thank you, Michael. I chuckled my way through this. Brilliant.
Thank you, have a good evening.
Thanks, I was thinking of heading to bed… with a book
Hope it’s a good one
One of my favourite authors: Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City by K J Parker (also writes as Tom Holt)
I’ll look him up. Just finished ‘ the Weekend’ by Charlotte Wood. Australian author about three women cleaning up a deceased friend’s house. Excellent piece of writing.
I’ll look her up.
Good one! Lol! 😂
Thanks so much Sadje
You’re welcome Michael
And who could blame her. Always a pleasure to spend a moment or two with you and Crisp…
Well they do say it is good luck to be pooped on by a bird…
So much fun your tales wiht Crisp!
Thanks Dale though it never feels like good luck when a large bird poo lands on you.
No, of course it doesn’t… And I can’t say I wouldn’t be peeved… 😉