A near miss.

"Watch out." I heard the anguished cry as I glanced up from the bird I had been looking at. A ball was flying towards me being pulled down by the force of gravity. The chasing dog halted. As the ball, followed by a long piece of rope, hit the ground less than a foot away, a young lady rushed up full of apologies for her waywood throwing. No harm was done and we had a conversation about dogs and wildlife. Half an hour later I met a fellow birder who was just going into the park as I was leaving. Then a young married mother of four, after seeing my camera, said that she would like to take up photography as a hobby. I encouraged her to combine it with bird watching. By now my migrain was much worse so I caught the bus home. I wonder if the ball had hit me on the head would it have cleared the problem?