Many, many years ago I worked as a security guard at a manufacturing facility. I would make my rounds keying a machine so the company had proof a guard was making fire safety rounds all night. I was unarmed and carried only that machine, and wore a helmet which had a bright, shiney medal just above the visor.
There was one stretch of my rounds that was on the second floor of the facility. It consisted of walking along a metal catwalk outside the building between two doors. There was an owl that would always attack my helmet while I was crossing that catwalk, so I tended to run between the doors. More than once he, or she, would strike the back of my helmet. I never got up the courage to try walking back the other way; I was afraid of losing an eye.
Wow!! Fascinating. You’re lucky. Only thing a bird’s done to me is poop on my new jacket when I was feeding them grain bread they like
Story of my life, that. Ha!