The Dastardly Delicate Bird Tornado of Santa Cruz

Bukhaw.  That is all they said.  I’m quite positive of this, as one of them landed violently on a perch next to us, paused just long enough to pass a sharp, rude glance my way, and spouted the word coldly from his beak.  Bukhaw.  Now imagine this on a grand scale, much like the constant hum of a beehive at work or a monastery in deep prayer, except this was neither productive nor holy; it was a tornado of hungry birds.  Smack dab in between the Santa Cruz Boardwalk and the Wharf, this raging tornado in the mighty Pacific took my roommate and I by surprise as we were trying to walk off our lunch at the Falafel Hut.  The only thing missing was a cameo appearance by Hitchcock himself, as his winged brushstrokes of death were written all over the place.  Bukhaw!

Feeding Frenzy.

I would hate to be the one to clean that thing after this.

“It’s not a boat, it’s a yacht!”

Poor buoy.

That is not static on your screen, that is a bird tornado.

A ghastly vision of boats and birds.



-photos courtesy of Andrew.


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One comment

  1. Claire Kinnan

    These pictures are insane!!!!

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