That bird got my bacon.
Met for our pregame breakfast this morning at 7:30. I had a slice of bread and a piece of bacon type meat and was walking out the door to sit outside at our table and D said "watch out for that bird". I had no idea what he was talking about until two steps out the door that hawk got the bread and bacon in one shot. I never saw it coming just heard feathers in my ear and my plate was clean. Lucky his razor sharp talons didn't tear my arm off.