Flying Nemesis

The mocking bird made a move again today.

Was feeling cranky and confrontational, me (why does one translate that into 'feeling brave'?), so decided to stroll up the sidewalk of our last encounter. There was a woman power walking about ten yards ahead on the sidewalk. I watched to see if she were attacked. Nope. Free and clear, her arms pumping.

I entered into the zone, immediately met by my winged nemesis, whose back-up (!!) swooped in behind; sending this human to coolly stride across to the other side of the street. Okay. You win. Territorial biased bastards.

Now I'm just cranky.

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