I hate birds. The feelings of hatred began when I was routinely attacked by blue jays and red-winged blackbirds while out running, cycling, walking, or just enjoying the outdoors. I don't hate all birds, but there are definitely no birds I love.
This morning around 5:00 a.m. I was leaving to go for a run and was exiting through the garage. As I hit the button to open the door from the inside, I must have startled a robin that was on the outside of the door because it the proceeded to fly into the garage and just go crazy. He then perched on top of the garage door tracks and wouldn't move. I threw some gloves at him hoping it would scare him and make him fly out, but he just got confused and was flapping around between my Jeep and the ceiling and then would perch on the tracks again. It took about 7 minutes of me repeatedly opening and closing the garage door to get him to fly back outside. The ordeal must have literally scared the sh!t out of him because when I got outside and put the garage door back down, I noticed it was covered in very fresh bird poop. When I left to drive to work, I discovered the same thing happened to the windshield and roof of my Jeep. I guess it's a good thing I didn't take the top off of it last night like I had originally planned.