Sooo anyhow, I'm walking to work and this adonis jumps out and asks if I want to say hello to his hawk. I ask you, WTF is the correct response to that? (I once got a pr0nspam message from a random perv asking if I wanted to fondle his duck, but I assumed that to be a typo between "i" and "u"... I have no idea what you'd have to mangle to get "hawk"). I was just about to punch him in his (beautiful) face when I realised he actually had a Harris Hawk strapped to one arm. It was not happy at being next to a carosel and was flapping and squarking like mental. Just when I was explaining that falconry prolly wasn't my thing, the hawk finally snapped and tried to eat a small child's head. And then suddenly I had grand visions of myself on the rolling hills, a hawk at my side, hunting a pack of small toddlers.
And now I'm seriously considering falconry as a career.
-- c/o ffenics, taken with permission from a flocked post.