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Peewee Drama
I was relaxing on the patio in the cool of the evening, sipping a coffee and watching the peewees play in the lawn sprinkler. There was a brief shadow overhead and a brown falcon slammed down onto the smallest peewee. The others scattered in fright. The falcon flipped the peewee onto her back and plucked out a beakful of chest feathers.
That's when it received one of Polly's tennis balls to the back of its head. Both birds tumbled over. The peewee flew for safety under the table and the falcon screamed in anger. I shouted at it and waved a stick in the air, like some cro-magnon hunter going for the kill except I don't imagine cro-magnon man ever shouted "That's my bloody PEEWEE ya bastard!" The falcon shot off into the sycamore, and I threw things at it until it left.
I caught the poor freaked out peewee and put her back in her cage. She calmed down a lot and doesn't appear to be injured apart from a bald patch on her chest. The others are hiding in the dense leaves of the Chinese Elm and are very quiet. Poor little bird: one day of freedom then Nature struck. Technically I should have let Nature take its course, but it was my bloody peewee dammit.
That's when it received one of Polly's tennis balls to the back of its head. Both birds tumbled over. The peewee flew for safety under the table and the falcon screamed in anger. I shouted at it and waved a stick in the air, like some cro-magnon hunter going for the kill except I don't imagine cro-magnon man ever shouted "That's my bloody PEEWEE ya bastard!" The falcon shot off into the sycamore, and I threw things at it until it left.
I caught the poor freaked out peewee and put her back in her cage. She calmed down a lot and doesn't appear to be injured apart from a bald patch on her chest. The others are hiding in the dense leaves of the Chinese Elm and are very quiet. Poor little bird: one day of freedom then Nature struck. Technically I should have let Nature take its course, but it was my bloody peewee dammit.
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how dare it attack YOUR peewee
Impressive Doggie Toy Reflexes
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That poor falcon may have been trying to secure food for its own young,
and a callous, nearly-hairless ape's actions meant a beautiful, majestic
raptor's babies had to go to bed HUNGRY...
Nature is the way it is for a reason, Den-me-boy---
---And YOU just bounced a ball off her feathered head.
(That'll teach the little bare-breasted peewee not to play in sprinklers, too!)
*hehehe!*
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I think kids should be allowed to play in lawn sprinklers on hot days without the threat of being eaten by carnivores.
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(evil grin)
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Your place in the peewee mythology as some legendary protector of their kind is now secure.
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I'm all for the hawks gotta eat, but not your peewees!
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Well done, Den. :)
Loxley
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MWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAH!!!!!
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And I don't do undies over the top of my pants.
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*heh!*
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Poor Peewee -- about to be eaten alive!!
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When the shots are too accurate for Sand People or the idiots in the Death Star :D
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It'll come back to HAUNT you!
*hehehe!!!*
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Good on ya' mate :)
Turn that falcon into a pidgeon fancier!
http://www.smh.com.au/news/Unusual-Tales/Fancier-pigeons/2005/02/17/1108609347484.html
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Oh, I'm sure they did shout the equivalent in similar situations a lot of times. Some things about humans don't change.
And you were letting Nature take its course. You're a part of the scheme, hence your peewee===off-limits.
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Have the best
-=TK