Sunday, July 7, 2013

Bonding over bird poop

Around my freshman year of high school, I was helping my dad put up the sign on his new medical clinic in our hometown.


It was late fall in Iowa and we were surrounded by crows.


When my dad started drilling the sign into place, the noise startled them and they began to fly in a giant murder-y swarm above our heads.  When I moved to the safety of the overhang, my dad, incredulous, asked, "Rob, since when have you been afraid of birds?!"