That last comment reminds me of when I was little (like 5-8 somewhere) and I was playing with a baby blue jay that was jumping around my yard. Well that son of a bitch called to his mom and her bitch ass stabbed me in the head with her beak and actually made my head bleed. My dad ran out there with a tennis racket and was ready to hit that son of a bitch to mars. The bird wised up and decided not to dive bomb my dad.