My mystical experience with birds and other flying objects
I consider myself to be a somewhat mystical person. Some days I am opti-mystic and other times I revert to pessi-mystic.
Last Friday I drove to Conrad to visit friends. It was a Friday much like any other Friday. I had not even crossed the county line when a gull flew at me, skirted my windshield and flew on. I thought it looked me in the eye as it flew across the hood.
I have long had a special relationship to many birds, but especially crows. Once when I had been having a rough day and was driving along in a dark mood, thinking grumbling thoughts, a clownish looking crow...