And since some of our duties involved us driving around and going to that tower on a regular basis, we ran into him a lot. Now his wife was a peaceful woman. Yeah, she’d raise up on you and spread her wings out, hiss a little, but if you didn’t mess with her she’d stand by the nest and let you go on about your business. No, you had to watch your back any time you got near that nest. The minute you’re not paying attention to your surroundings, you’d get ambushed. He was always nearby, a short distance away, watching.
Beating you with his wings. And you couldn’t shoot the guy despite deadly force being authorized in self defense because he has diplomatic immunity granted through the migratory wild fowl act or some crap, so you had to run away getting chased by this guy. All the way back to the truck where you would speed away with what was left of your manhood still intact while he mocked you and danced over your cowardice.
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