I like to think that I get along with most animals and I have found that, generally speaking, my furred and feathered neighbours tend to avoid interaction with me. So, being verbally and physically attacked by a crow yesterday came as quite a shock.
I was walking across a parking lot on my way to the post office when a crow began making a terrible racket. When I looked up at the crow, I saw that he (I am not really sure of the crow’s gender) was looking at me. Clearly, I had done something to upset him, so I apologised.
As I continued walking, he let out a frightening caw and swooped at my head. I felt the wind from his wings. I was totally confused and my mind was reeling as I tried to imagine what was provoking this behaviour. I was envisioning Hitchcock’s The Birds.
The crow swooped again and this time I could feel his claw in my hair. I lost it! “Stop bothering me now”, I yelled. “I have never done anything to you! Leave me alone, you stupid crow.” The fact that I stooped to personal insults is a testament to how agitated I had become. I held the large, white envelopes I was carrying over my head and proceeded to the post office.
Fortunately, I sustained no injuries but I remain completely baffled.
Who would dream that a little girl from a mining town in Northern Ontario, Canada would one day be able to jet off for the weekend to Australia? Thanks to my friend Lori, I was introduced to Airbnb, Surfer’s Paradise, and the Blues on Broadbeach Music Festival on the Gold Coast of Queensland.
Calling this piece of coastal heaven “paradise” is not just hype, and for the millions who visit the Gold Coast every year, the big draw is the beaches, but it was the siren song of a music festival described by Wikipedia as “one of Australia’s largest Free Blues Festivals which began in 2002 and continues to draw significant crowds each year, while remaining a free outdoor event for people of all ages to attend” that attracted us.
By flying with a budget airline, staying with an Airbnb host instead of at a hotel, and using the convenient public transit, we were able to make this fantastic weekend getaway affordable.
My journal entry for 03 November 2014 reads, “I am sitting in Perk Up Burgers on De Graves Street which is really more of a back alley or lane than a street. I was supposed to be on a wine tour but the Wine Guys didn’t show up. The funny thing was that an Asian Canadian with a bit of grey at his temples, approached me while I was waiting for the tour bus, and he asked me if I was Andrea. He told me that the tour was cancelled. I am disappointed but I have come to believe that the purpose of this trip was to accept that I cannot control everything.”
“An impression is developing that lots of young people from all over the world end up in Australia working in restaurants, bars, hotels etc. The two young women I talked to in Alice Springs were from Korea and Argentina. The two young people working here at Perk Up Burgers are from England and Italy. The guide at Uluru was from New Zealand and the raptor trainer at the Desert Park was from England.”
“After breakfast, I went to the Immigration Museum for a few hours. It would be possible to spend a full day there.”
“I am at the bar in the Rendezvous Hotel. It is a block away from the Citigate where I stayed last night and it is the pickup point for the Skybus shuttle.”
“The problem with spending a few days here and a few days there is that I kept feeling those end of vacation blues, only to remind myself that my vacation was not over.”