Well it all started about two weeks ago, when the goat lady went of to a goat happening.
It fell to me to travel every day down to where the wild things are, to collect raptor fruit and goat milk.
There have been raptors here since the goat lady brought them home, not suspecting their true nature,
and thinking them pleasant creatures who would contribute to the farm.
One particular evening I went to check on things and this one particular young raptor decided
to leave it’s siblings, and stalk me through the tall grass.
I could hear it rustling behind me as I quickly did my chores hoping to escape to safety.
As I bent over to fill a water bucket, it took the opportunity to pounce on my shoulder,
plucking out individual hairs in an attempt to take me down.
I managed to wrest it from my shoulder, and put it back on the ground.
Unrelenting, the fiend followed me, and attempted to trip me,
no doubt trying to once again take me to the ground.
I managed to escape back up the hill but the tiny raptor followed me up to the house.
It now lives on the back porch, where it has dominion over our two dogs.
It sits and waits for me to come out, waiting for that moment when he can finish his nefarious plan.