Yeah, I think I permanently wrecked my spine on one of those "sitters"! He launched out of my left back pocket, or so it seemed. My back has a permanent left twist, like some revolver bores. Got him with the second barrel; if the first had connected, he would have been a feather duster for sure. (Got a little excited; cut back the caffeine a gallon or so, maybe?????).
How can a brightly-colored bird that seems as big as a B-36 when it takes off, hide in a puny furrow in an open field so you walk right past it? Some Chinese ninja magic????
