Had a fox lurking around my chickens, so I set up a few traps. Never in my life did I imagine I would catch a hawk in one of these! He went from offended, to Big Mad, to scared to death. I let him go. I have named him Edward James Almos, and have agreed to new rules of engagement. We are friends until he kills a chicken, in which case I will shoot him out of the mid air and send him to HawkHalla.
I drink too much.
