I can’t believe it happened to me again this morning. What have I done to warrant these attacks? I have tried kinder words, disguises, changing my route, just about everything but they always single me out. It must be something in my blood that makes me prey to these villains.

I once caught a Black bird and in an effort to tag it, it escaped with my string around its leg. It flew high up into a tree and got entangled, well out of my reached. It flew around uncontrollably trying to free itself but only made things worst by creating a noose around its neck. That bird hung pitifully outside my kitchen window and was visible from where we sat to eat. It was many days before it finally disappeared. My intentions, though misdirected were good back then. Today, I was attacked on my early morning walk but out of practice, I continue to show my love for birds an even now, I have a dove nesting in my patio at eye level.