Yesterday i was cutting down the wisteria vines. i do this every year about this time. i cut all the vines down and then spray them with round up. at the end of the year i have 2 or 3 controllable sized wisterias. they bloom the next spring and then explode and i start all over. today i was looking at the ones i had cut and trying to find the ones that i missed that hadnt wilted when all of the sudden i get smacked in the head. i'm talkin bout HARD. like ringing in my ears hard. it was one single blow to the head and after probably 30 seconds of my standing around being like dubyateeeff i finally looked up and there was a freaking brown thrasher hovering right above me. that sucker dive-bombed and knocked me the poo out with its wings. yes, i found the babies.