Damn Birds

I love birds, don't get me wrong. I have had many many many bird pets over the years. However, I am sick and tired of them committing suicide in my presence. For instance, earlier this year, as I was driving home, a bird decided that it would be a great idea to fly into the antennae of my car. I am assuming the bird died, as all I saw were feathers flying around when I looked in my rear view mirror. Secondly, about 6 months ago, Arik and I were driving back to work from lunch and a bird thought it would be fun to fly straight into my passenger side window and I think it broke its neck in the process. Once again, I only saw a flapping bird and some feathers in my rear view mirror. This has traumatized me. So, months later, I finally got over my fear of low flying birds while I am driving...until yesterday. While driving back from Rachel's graduation with Jesse's mom on the freeway, a bird flew into her antenna and died and then a car ran over it. Now, this is seriously a disturbing sight to witness...but to witness it THREE times in a period of a year is just sickening!

The best part of the story is the van that Carol and I drove by after this incident took place.

Can someone tell me why this is happening to me? In my 29 years of life, I have never experienced such weird happenings with birds. Oh yeah...did I mention that when I was in Vegas a few years ago, I was eating a bowl of cereal by the pool and a bird landed on my hand. Now, you tell me that I am not going completely crazy with all of this bird nonsense.