The other day, we were priveleged enough to go on a field trip to the state capitol. Since it's a long trip, we got back well after school had let out and were waiting on all the children to get picked up. Finally, all we had left was one little boy, who was staring hard at a flock of birds attacking a bird feeder nearby.
All of a sudden, he jumps up and exclaims, "I'm gonna catch me a bird." Thus declared, he began creeping slowly and stealthily toward the bird feeder.
After watching his slow progress, the aide that had went with us stood up and declared that she was heading home. The little boy slowly turned, put his finger to his lips, and went, "Shhhh". Then, he turned back to his birds and resumed creeping.
She laughed (quietly) and left. I watched the predator. Once he hit the end of the pavement, he got down flat on the grass and proceded to very slowly military low-crawl towards the birds an inch at a time.
Finally, he got about 6 feet away from the feeder when the birds all took flight. On his knees, he lifted his hands in the air and wailed, "Nooooooooo!" in the style of "Apocolypse Now."
"It's been almost a week since I killed me a bird...."
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