I'm sorry, excuse me, come again?

Because of my busy blog, Facebook and yoga schedule, I don't always make the time for current events like I should. I rely heavily on the people in my life who do follow the news companioned by the fact that I season pass Dateline. One might draw the conclusion that I am painfully lacking in pertinent information, but it's worked for almost a decade. So if it ain't broke don't fix it I always say.
But even I have come out of Upward Facing Dog long enough to appreciate the recent story of flight 1549. The incredible story of the pilot who was able to land a plane in the Hudson river after his engines failed him, safely enough that no one was hurt. I was fascinated by it, moved by it, amazed by it. So tonight as I'm waiting for Lost to record, I tap into my trusty news gathering system and watch the most recently recorded Dateline. (Sadly I'm 5 behind.) Sure enough, it is about flight 1549. Already knowing that everyone survived and was okay, I was anxiously awaiting in depth news coverage of the passengers and the pilot.

I'm about 5 minutes in when they show an animated simulation of what happened that day and I about fell off the couch. Somehow, even with my perfectly structured news gathering system, I apparently failed to understand the first time that the plane was taken down by BIRDS!! Yeah, Geese apparently. Geese!! Geese who fly in the air all the time flew into the engine, destroyed it, and brought the plane down. Hello??? Uh, side note: Why is no one freaking out more about this? How on earth has this been omitted from the safely spiel you get every time you fly?

"Lack of oxygen...change of pressure,...seat is also your life preserver...in case you're an idiot here's how you successfully buckle a seat belt...oh yeah, and birds could fly into us and we could plummet into a terrifying death spiral. Umm, don't recall that last part so much.

I mean, that's like telling the people on a ferry boat, "Okay, get on this huge boat and it will carry you across the ocean. Oh but be very careful not to hit any fish though. Yeah, that would be very bad. Other than that, this rig here is as secure and safe as they come."

Pa-sha right!

Planes fly in the SKY. Except for when they hang out on telephone wires and come down for the occasional worm treat, birds are also in the SKY! I feel like Elaine from Seinfeld. "Hello!? YOU'RE BALD!" Anyone, anyone? Well, anyways, not the point.

No media outlet covering the story seems overly worried about this so I suppose this is just me. Maybe it's just really late and I'm feeling punchy. I guess we'll stick to the original plan and just try and steer clear of the birds. But between you and me, I'm skipping any flying plans that would take me south during the winter...