I like the beginning part: "Beat it magpie, I got a busy day ahead of me. I said scram!"
Reminds me of the time I saw a beaver out on the road on the edge of my hometown. The edge FARTHEST from the river (and the river's about 5 miles out on the other side). Motherfucker was pissed off. You have never EVER met a beaver this pissed off, I don't care how many jokes about ex-girlfriends you've got. This guy was hissing and spitting and... basically muttering obscenities to himself like a drunken homeless guy. I went out to get a look at him and he spun around at me, faster than an animal that bulky had any right to. He let out this loud hissing growl like a cat caught by its tail, turned back around, and kept going. I never realized how big a beaver could actually be. This guy: his back, although likely arched in fury, was well above my knee (I'm 5', so take that how you will).
We called a conservation officer - I'm not sure if they found him. I'd give anything to know that beaver's story. Something happened to him that night.
You'll note that anyone with half a brain gave right of way to (my estimate) 20 kilos of teeth, claws and eyeballs. I once had the experience of extracting one from a garage in small town Arizona. Carefully. Very, very carefully when they don't want to go.
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Date: 2009-12-17 09:15 pm (UTC)They walk around with no fear and you just know they have their own personal soundtrack going on in their head like this posted clip
"Doo dee doo dee doo dee doo..."
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Date: 2009-12-17 10:34 pm (UTC)Reminds me of the time I saw a beaver out on the road on the edge of my hometown. The edge FARTHEST from the river (and the river's about 5 miles out on the other side). Motherfucker was pissed off. You have never EVER met a beaver this pissed off, I don't care how many jokes about ex-girlfriends you've got. This guy was hissing and spitting and... basically muttering obscenities to himself like a drunken homeless guy. I went out to get a look at him and he spun around at me, faster than an animal that bulky had any right to. He let out this loud hissing growl like a cat caught by its tail, turned back around, and kept going. I never realized how big a beaver could actually be. This guy: his back, although likely arched in fury, was well above my knee (I'm 5', so take that how you will).
We called a conservation officer - I'm not sure if they found him. I'd give anything to know that beaver's story. Something happened to him that night.
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