I used to feel guilty for the amusement I get by saying, “Watch out, bird!” to navigationally challenged birds while driving…
But then one day I was jogging across an open field and got nailed by copious amounts of bird poop.
And I swear that bird was saying, “Watch out, human!” as he flew by.
I guess we’re kindred spirits in that way.
Guilty not because I’m out to get birds. Quite the contrary (birds are awesome and I am forever a friend of birds). Guilty because I feel we humans are always encroaching upon birds’ (and other animals) space. I’d feel terrible if I ever hit one — but still, I do find it amusing to say, “What out, bird!”