The Gal at the end of the bar keeps hunting for eggs! Hey it's not Easter, Gal!
Yeah, yeah, she's in a harness AND on a leash, but still, those birds in the bush are irresistible, and stalking the last hold-out while slowly creeping up the branches she gets closer & closer. Why is that bird staying in place? OMG, it's a bird's nest! Last hold-out birdie flees from the nest with a noisy Flap Flap Flap. Of course Gal at the end of the bar must carefully inspect the nest for evidence of recently departed bird and what may have been left behind.... bird scent, feathers..... EGGS! BABY BIRD EGGS! YUMMMM! So she noses around inside the nest, licks the eggs and gently takes one in her mouth and triumphantly departs. A clean get-away! While on gently stepping along the branches as if on a tight-wire, she chooses to eat the purloined egg. Mmm-MMM, Tasty! Well, now, that was so tasty that Gal at the end of the bar decides to go back for another. She turns around and once again gently takes into her mouth another warm, still somewhat soft bird's egg & departs yet again for another clean get-away. But before she gets a chance to eat it, she drops it and the egg falls to the grass below and miraculously does not break. She searches for it, but does not realize it is on the ground; she thinks it's still in the bush.
So while she searches among the branches of the bush, unable to find the missing egg, she is extracted from the bush by force, harness and all, and finally she finds the egg (with a little help from a friend) and eat it. And just as she is turning to go back for yet another, the extractor friend says, "That's it, Gal, you've had enough, let's go back to the bar", and they do, where she silently stares longingly at the bush.
Once the Gal is back at the end of the bar, the neighborhood birds mount a dive-bombing campaign against the Gal at the end of the bar because, of course, they are incensed by her blatant attack and theft and devouring of their offspring. However, in spite of their outrage, they are quite cautious, not getting close enough to do damage. I suspect that they realize that by dive-bombing this excellent huntress (the Gal at the end of the bar), they are taking their lives into their own hands. It seems these angry birds have taken into account the skills of the Gal at the end of the bar, doing a sort of risk-benefit analysis and have adjusted their attack to reduce the risk of being her next meal. After all, how often does one see a Gal in a harness on a leash who can hunt, catch and then wantonly devour not only birds, and their offspring, but chipmunks as well.
But then she wandered off to look for a snack and I reclaimed my spot.
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