This morning on my walk back from the coffee shop a bird tried to land on my head.

by “tried,” i mean the bird swooped down, attempted a fear-factor style landing on my head while i was walking, touched down on said head, quickly realized said head, while bushy with fro, was not in fact a nest, and proceeded on it’s way.

Some would say it’s time for a hair cut.

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