This is NOT the Best Way to Wake Up

I was in bed exceptionally early last night, which meant that I was out of bed exceptionally early this morning. I love it when this happens. I enjoy being the only one awake in the morning, drinking my coffee, watching the news, preparing for a busy day ahead. I enjoy walking outside in the early morning, and greeting the sun as it rises. It was still dark when I stepped outside, and the moon hung close to the western horizon, full and fat and yellow.

It was then that I walked into a firestorm I have never experienced before.

There were four of them. It was dark enough that I could not tell what sex they all were, but there was one who was heavily pregnant, so obviously one of them was female. They were causing quite the commotion, and all in our front yard. They were fighting and screaming at one another. I was surprised that I had not heard this upon first waking, but then again, perhaps I had, and this, in part, was what caused me to awake earlier than expected. I was surprised that no other individual in our neighborhood had woken up to this commotion, and came outside to see what was going on. I was the only one on the street who was outside, witnessing this.

The fight moved from our front yard and into the street in front of our house. Then it began to swing back into our yard, and stalled in the driveway, on top of J’s car. They screamed at one another, but I could not tell what the allegations were.  They were chasing each other- fighting with one another, but I could not tell even which one had been the aggressor in this act of violence.

I stood there in shock, directly in front of the door, not knowing what to do. It was happening so fast, and yet it seemed as if it were stretching out for hours. I hadn’t had the chance to even have my coffee yet, and here I was, facing a major problem with no caffeine to bring the cogs of my mind into motion. The fight continued, until three of them had one (a male, I believe) backed into the willow tree in our yard, where they pummeled him.

It was then that he let out a high, piercing scream. They all stopped, and slowly swung around to look directly at me.

I secretly, desperately, hoped that just my presence would be enough to stop the fight and disperse the four of them.

That was not the case, however. In a matter of about three seconds, the four of them decided to fly directly at me.

And this was how I found myself physically attacked by four robins at six in the morning. This morning. 

They look safe... but they're not! Photo Credit