He must have thought that I would somehow scale the giant chimney that held his giant nest, or that I would jump straight up in the air, 3 stories, to snatch the lovely mauled-fish half that he was grasping in his talons. Because he was *mighty* pissed. He flew directly over my head, non-stop, for about 15 minutes as I shot away unaware of the scary osprey ‘tude he was throwing my way.
I called this one What What. Doesn’t he look like he’s going to ask me to a street fight? LOL