The missus and I watched a bluebird attack a bicyclist one day.
Forced him off the road, off his bike, and off across the field as he tried to pick blue feathers out of his nose.
The guy was climbing a hill on a ten speed, and a bolt of blue from out of the blue flew up his nose.
Frantic, the rider waved a hand in front of his face to get the insane rage-a-holic bird to go away.
Didn’t work, the bird just kept at it.
So the guy wavered, lost steam, crashed, rolled of the side of the road, stood up.
And was chased by his feathered heckler across the field.
We did feel bad for stopping the car and watching, but at first I wasn’t sure what had happened.
That is an amazing story!
We have a lot of hawks here. When they glide on the wind, it’s hypnotic....