 But all of a sudden, one of these turns banks 90 degrees and comes shooting up the hill, ground level, right at me. This bird's got like a two-foot wingspan. It's white and light gray. It's very sleek. It's like the sports car of pigeons. Our eyes lock, and I think this bird is attacking me. A few feet in front of my face, it throws its wings out wide, and it shoots straight up into the storm. And then it's windsurfing.