Whistler's a lovely place, will go again; I got attacked by the local black crows, it was my own fault though, I shouldn't have fed them crisps, scarily Hitchcockian.
I fed one, who hesitantly jumped towards the crisp then flew off. Another bird came to replace the first, we made extended eye contact, he looked at me, we didn't blink, mutual respect was shown. I decided to offer a second crisp, by this time I could see other birds had flown towards me. As I chucked the second crisp, another flew down and ripped half away from the other.
Many more birds were now sitting in trees, circling me, watching me with food in hand, I decided to end it. I closed the packet and walked away, already feeling slightly worried about the chain of events I'd just started. As I fled, one of them flew down and hit my uncovered head.
It took me a good five minutes for my heart rate to return to normal, I now know better than to feed the crows.
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