Once upon a time...

there was a sweet, young, kind, no not princess, but a patient service Coordinator (PSC), driving home from, no not a castle, but a hospital. Now, this particular slightly warm sunny day, in the beginning of September, this lovely PSC had much on her mind. Her thoughts were concentrated on complex ideas and decisions that need to be made. The only other voice she hared, besides her own, was that of Brad Paisley wailing through her 1993 Toyota Camry's speakers. Sweet ride... (pictured above, except mine is not nice and is prone to bad things) hmm.

Now, on her drive down the little "country" road, in Kirkland, WA, the most unusual and disturbing encounter was about to occur. Up ahead she saw movement by a home owner's fence, but thought nothing of it, leaving the blame on some pesky neighborhood cat.

Now there is something you should know about this non-princess PSC, that is that she does not like birds. Not even she knows the reason behind her animosity to the feathery creators.

On with the story....

Movement by the fence turned out to be, no not a cat, but a bird! Now, as the narrator of the story, I need to explain that this was no ordinary sparrow, finch, seagull, or crow, this was a BIG bird-no connection to the one who lives on Sesame Street. This was part Crane and part pterodactyl. MASSIVE! The bird's neck was long and eyes were piercing as it stared at the PSC from beyond. What was she to do? Since she felt like she was in no danger at the moment, she kept her head and continued on her way.

Suddenly, the creator extended it's wings and started flapping about. The grey beast was headed for the windshield of the young woman's car! Now, another thing you should know about the young woman is that she is not dramatic and does not run around "crying wolf" or "bird" in this case. Also, when she is frightened she does not scream or jump about like a fool. However, on this non-Summerish day the fear was instilled when the feathery monster proceeded to fly toward the center of her windshield, so much so that a shriek escaped from her lungs, and her hands began to flail, slightly.

Thankfully, she sped up just enough that the beast missed her car by only a slight smidge. The young woman looked in her rear view mirror, not to see if the bird was injured but to see if it was in fact real. No other cars were around to see it and not a pedestrian in sight.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?