EDIT: I left out the best part!! As the egret is ferociously flapping at my face, I look up, and what do I see but...THE FUCKING OWL. Looking a little too pleased with the situation, if you smell what I'm cooking. Pardon the pun, but... I think they were in ca-hoots.
Long story short, no one got hurt. I think. I mean, I know *I* wasn't hurt. It's hard to tell with egrets, since they fly kind of funny to begin with.
Here's a picture, for those of you who failed 9th grade biology: