Yesterday, I was wandering around my yard, pulling weeds and vines that threatened to overrun the landscaping. As I came to a bush on the side of my garage, I noticed a particularly nasty-looking vine sprouting off the top, winding all through the foliage. That's got to go, I thought.
With my handy-dandy rose pruning gloves, I grabbed that thorny thing and began yanking it out of there.
Two seconds later, I heard quite a commotion. I looked up in time to see two very angry birds in position to dive bomb me. I grabbed the vine and retreated to the far side of the bush. That wasn't good enough. The birds squawked and swooped down on me.
I dropped the vine and bolted for the garage before those angry creatures could peck my eyeballs out. They didn't follow me, but they parked themselves nearby, still squawking, and keeping an eye on me.
I really don't think they were protecting the vine. But I do believe I must've been awfully close to their nest. All I know, is that is one Mama (and Papa) I don't want to make angry ever again!