He really is awesome. The journey he’s had makes me love the pissy little bugger even more. But man, seeing him take on animals way bigger than himself and not giving up until they turn and run, and sometimes not even then? It’s just impressive as hell once my fear and anger dissipate.

In the moment, I’m just scared for my birds and mad they’re at risk. After, the image of him kicking and pecking and slapping with those glorious wings of his sticks in my head. I’m not even joking when I say it’s majestic.