I used to claim that I was afraid of birds. Wings and the beaks make birds completely unpredictable—you never know when those feathered appendages will flap. The problem with my claiming this fear, however, is that ducks are my favorite animal (and flamingos are probably my third favorite animal, following after jellyfish).
While on a family trip in Sarasota, I realized another flaw in claiming this fear: I photograph birds a lot (here’s evidence from Arizona, Michigan, and my own backyard). In fact, I let a snowy egret wander within 3 yards of me so that I could get a good picture. I guess I will have to find a new fear.