Once I was walking in the garden of my house with a lady who had consulted me.
She had told me, among other things, that whenever she was in the country she was attacked by birds—black birds.
Hardly had we got away from the house than several crows approached and swooped down on us, fluttering about and cawing angrily.
They left me alone, but kept on flying at my patient.
One of them even nipped her on the back of the neck before I drove them off. ~Carl Jung, C.G. Jung Speaking: Interviews and Encounters, Pages 244-251