Buzzard attack in London and in Devon. Are they taking revenge?
BAH!
A buzzard is merely a flying chicken with bad hygene.
Send in The Colonel!
With the awesome power of his Original Recipe, they won’t stand a chance.
I was attacked by a bird twice while riding my motorcycle. I do mean “attacked” also. I figure I was too near its nesting area. I felt something hit the back of my leg and thought it was a stick kicked up by the rear wheel. I stopped and turned around and here comes Mr. Badass bird, ready to take me on. Some kind of game hen, about the size of a really big quail or small chicken.
I told my friends about it (this was over 20 years ago, now) and they all agreed that I was chock full of shit. I was resoundly censured.
A few days later, I was giving my buddy a ride near the same place, and I yelled over my shoulder, “This is where the bird attacked me”. Just that same instant, I felt his chest slam into my back, and I could hear the breath getting knocked out of him.
The bird flew down out of the trees and popped this guy square in the middle of the back!
Redemption! 
Not particularly tasteful, but one of my favorite cartoons shows two vultures sitting in a tree in the middle of a desert. One turns to the other and says “Patience, my ass. I’m gonna kill something.”
I prefer the Larson cartoon. A group of buzzards have their heads down in a corpse, except for one that’s wearing the deceased’s cowboy hat. “Look at me, everybody! I’m a cowboy! Howdy, howdy howdy!”
I have a brass belt buckle around someplace that my mom gave me when I was a kid. It has one of the “Patience my ass…” buzzards on it, and it says, “Fly Buzzard Airlines”.
Back to the OP. I worked with a woman whose fiancee was killed when a bee flew into his helmet and stung him, and he lost control of the bike.
Fabio took up bikes?
HITCHCOCK WAS RIGHT!
<jumps out of nearest window>
The Ducati 900 is a sweet motorcycle.
Buzzards and other carrion-eaters smell terrible.
That is all.
Why I always wear a full-face helmet no matter how stinky hot it is…
I believe it was a full-face helmet, and that the bee got in through the visor. Gotta have a little ventilation in the desert.
Yikes, what a story. :eek:
The worst I ever experienced was a pigeon striking (thank God!) my shoulder whilst doing about 100 km/h. Luckily it wasn’t full on, it sort of skimmed over my shoulder. It HURT! I don’t know if the little fucker survived, and I wasn’t going to go out of my way to check. Ouch.
Had a fly in my helmet a couple of weeks ago, through the air vent in the chin part of my helmet. How it got through I’ll never know, but it’s fairly scary to have something buzzin’ around inside! I pulled over quickly, and flipped up the chin bit. Of it went.
Oh, and a little robin flew into my front wheel a few months ago. Dead on impact.
It’s a dangerous enough hobby even if the people in tin boxes aren’t trying to kill you, aparently!
I’ve never seen turkey buzzards that far north in NJ, but those are some big ass birds. They usually are just scared of humans, which is fine with me, but I’m gonna be extra careful this summer.
They are ugly animals those turkey buzzards.
Ech.