We are having a wonderful time in the Outer Banks. Our condo is on the third floor, and it looks out over the ocean. I can hear the waves crashing as I type. Grandpa and Grandma are staying right down the street in an awesome beach house.
On Sunday we went swimming in the ocean, took a walk on the beach, and spent the afternoon at Slammin’ Sammys in Nags Head watching the Colts game. I was able to tolerate about 2 quarters of the game before I had to leave (mom and I went shopping and made it back to the bar in time for the last few minutes of the game.) I just hate football. But I do have to admit it, that last play was pretty crazy. The guys were happy that the Colts won.
Today we went to the Bodie Island Lighthouse, and then had lunch and shopped on Roanoke Island. We just got back from eating some delicious oysters, crabs, clams and shrimp at Awful Arthur’s Oyster Bar–yum! It has been a very relaxing vacation so far…except for the birds. The birds do not like me here.
Yesterday morning, I thought I would feed the birds the extra piece of toast we had from breakfast. I took it outside to the balcony, and as I was standing there, about 20 birds appeared from out of nowhere and started diving towards me. One bird in particular came very close, and I could see the evil in his little beedy bird eyes–he wanted the toast, and he wanted to kill me. So I panicked. I grabbed the piece of toast, ran into the condo and slammed the door behind me. As I shut the door, I flung the toast across the room, just in case any evil birds had followed me in. I pictured them covering my arms and head, pecking my skin, my nose and my mouth. I ran through the condo as fast as I could to get away from the evil birds, fearing for my life.
Then later on the beach, I was minding my own business and relaxing in a beach chair, when suddenly an army of about 30 birds surrounded me, each one strategically spaced on the beach. So what could I do? I threw a shell to scare them away, and I accidentally hit one of the little buggers in the leg. I never have such good aim. I am sure that the birds are truly out to get me.
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Watch out, Mr. Hitchcock might be lurking in your closet!
Posted 04 Oct 2006 at 6:15 am ¶Go Blue and White!!!! Woot!
Posted 06 Oct 2006 at 1:41 pm ¶Better title would be, “Flying Toast”.
Posted 09 Oct 2006 at 1:54 pm ¶As she ran into the room under the threat of the shadow of a mere sparrow, she proceeded to throw the very item the bird coveted, her toast, against the wall of the condo. The screams and thrashing about of her arms to stave off this threat were a site to behold.
I warned her as she walked out the door with the toast “don’t feed the birds from the balcony.” She obviously has never been on a beach with her grandmother when she flings whole loaves of bread in the air at one time, which instantaneously brings hundreds of birds within mere inches of your head.
Posted 09 Oct 2006 at 2:20 pm ¶