Peregrine falcons on light poles, very cool, sure, great, sitting up there all pretty and shit, wonderful... until you have to get out and change a flat tire.
Then they swoop down and mug ya... carry ya off to their lair, and strip the flesh,
your flesh, from
your bones to feed their young.
Ever think of that? Betcha didn't did ya? Hah, I thought not.
