So I'm walking to Starbucks this morning and about 20 feet in front of me is this pigeon with a look of fierce determination on his* face. He's walking straight for me, so I veer to the left...and he moves over in front of me. I veer to the right and again, he moves in front of me. This goes on for a couple of seconds until he's so close that I could kick him**.
At the last minute he swerves and goes around me.
*I determined that he was a male purely from the bravery of the act. Perhaps his pigeon croonies were watching from a distance and had dared him to play chicken.
**I didn't kick him. That would be mean. A bit funny, but still mean.