Not much gets the system going like an indoor water moccasin encounter. So I still have things to do today, so I toss the snake carcass in the pond, get a coffee to replace the one I spilled over the snake, and head out to the hangar and promptly jump out of my skin and spill the next coffee…..over a pigeon?
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OK, its a one pound bird, but I’m at my “startled by animals in the hangar” daily limit. I can’t explain why, but this guy is marching all around my hangar. He can fly, but keeps coming back. If his eagle vision was supposed to warn me of the presence of a big snake, well sorry buddy, you are 10 minutes late to work, and you owe me another coffee.
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Just outside the side door. He has some kind of a band on his ankle. Probably on probation. Someone should contact his parole officer and mention that it isn’t funny to scare middle aged men for entertainment. One more visitor and I’m going to take it as a sign I should have gone to the beach today.
