We were having dinner at a nature lodge. Before dinner started, I went exploring, past the private room that my extended family was renting, through the main dining hall where the lodge regulars were hanging out, and then out the back door.
It was past sundown. When I stepped outside, whoosh—a sudden weight, twisting in my hair. A bird had flown onto my head and latched onto my hair with its talons, refusing to let go. I tried to pull it loose, but it retaliated by clawing at my eyes with its talons, so I stopped.
Shielding my eyes with one arm, I retreated back into the lodge, calling for help. This bird thing was not an uncommon occurrence, so I figured the regulars would be able to remove the bird. In fact, one of them tried to help me (while others gathered around taking cell phone pictures, and one man offered to take pictures on my cell phone so I'd have a souvenir), but his efforts were unsuccessful.
I stumbled back to the room with my family. It turned out there were two birds on my head: a smaller puffy brown bird, and a sleek black raven with huge talons. Mom said she'd try and get them off, and I was about to object, since she had no expertise; but I really needed them off, so I just rolled with it.