Bird Bread

I was riding back from Drysdale and a bird was right on my shoulder. I went from the centre of town and out to the roundabout and this bird was still flapping at my back and trying to land on my pack. After about 200 metres and some arm waving it eventually POQed.  I had just bought a still very warm fruit loaf.  The bakers delighters put it in a paper bag, due to the heat they said. The smell was very wafting and I guess attractive to Hungry Birds or is that Angry Angry Hippos.