About an hour before dawn there was a sudden, and very intense downpour. It lasted for probably not more than five minutes, but was more than enough to completely fail to impress the birds.

There are popular running jokes that go something along the lines of "Coffee comes before coherent", and "I woke up grumpy...", that kind of thing, and this morning was all that and more in terms of putting the birds in a foul, if not fowl, mood.

In the space of about 20 minutes I was bitten, I'd hazard a guess, four times, maybe five.

Putting it into perspective, I might be bitten four times in the space of a month, and that's, on the whole, playful tugging at clothing, or an accidental contact.

But there's no skin broken, and I know there was never the intent for that.

Everything's good.