While this isn’t a motion picture review, I thought I would write a few words about the horror that is: trying to get into the building at work during Canadian Goose mating season, which must have been the inspiration for Hitchcock’s “The Birds” (1963).
Every year these bastard geese start getting it on all over the place, shitting everywhere and then spend weeks trying to find a place to nest. They come in swarms of about thirty or forty and they all fight and squawk endlessly until two of them honk the loudest and the others fly off.
Of course – all of this activity occurs around any of the multiple doors into our building so, at any point in the day, we have to deal with these things hissing and honking and biting and shitting and flapping and “presenting” and chasing us around the parking lot. At some point, as you’re trying not to make eye contact with one of these fuckers, you think to yourself, is everyone in the building going to think I’m cool if they see me punch a bird?
Anyway – that’s it – I was just dealing with this situation this morning (again) (and again and again and again) and thought I would share this for my friend R.W.