So I came home from doing PT this morning, and found this idiot with a big ass'd yellow hound teasing and raising cane on my tiny friends the tiny Killdeer's that reside here. After exchanging some syllables, I gathered my tiny buddies together and calmed them down. The fact that on a rainy day, in inclimate weather these tiny avian creatures don't move very fast as they usually do, they are cold, wondering why they flew back in off the sunshine coasts this early in the season, and yet here is this jackass is out raising a ruckass, with the little guys. Don't ask me why, it's one of my oddities, like loving the musky scent of a woman in nylons, but killdeers are a bit closer to me. As a young pup, my days on the farm near Hazzard, were spent melding with nature. The little Killdeer's would follow me around just like a pet. All but a few would get close, even taking a snack from my hands. They would not panic, when I neared a nest, they would even make sure I found their nests, and prance their younglings around for my inspection. Not just the killdeers, I had critters of every kind and description. I even made friends with Rockchucks. I had my canine pals trained to leave them and everything else alone. My mom shared the same affection with quails. You never even, tried to suggest much less, hunt quails on our place. That happened only once and was my inside connection to things DOH, but that's getting off subject. After awhile that 40 acres of ridge edge property became a sanctuary to everything from Deer, to Eagles. Thyat appreciation of our Father in Heavens creatures might have been one of the reasons I have a kind and at times a way to accepting heart. I can't and wont kill anything that is not an immediate threat to me. From spiders, to house flies. Leave em alone. When it comes to my killdeers, the Wolf's Lair grounds are off limits to those that even think of hurting my killdeers. Want to feel the teeth of this Wolf? 
try messing with my little killdeers, here. We will be on the air at 18:00 today, my shoulder is killing me and with the prescription I got from Dr. House, my butt is in bed. L8R Aviators.
try messing with my little killdeers, here. 
