“This morning, Sunday, Ivan the Terrible intruded into our domain once again.
He made a wide circle around the Taj Mahal, about ½ mile away. I could feel the early rumblings deep within Ozzie.
It’s scary to talk about. Ozzie has always kept it under control, well contained and under close guard. Just thinking about the unleashing of his insanely, irrational fury causes me to take a deep breath and exhale slowly through pursed beak.
This could turn into a bad situation.”
“Take it easy,” whispered Harriett.
But Ozzie could not take it easy. He watched Ivan the Terrible trespassing upon his newly declared fishing grounds and it made his neck feathers rise. Harriett kept as low a profile as possible. She was very much afraid The Brute might try to make eye contact. If Ozzie saw this, she knew it could trigger the unleashing of the monster.
The Brute is a big bird. He outweighs Ozzie by at least 3 pounds. Plus he has spent most of this infamous 5 years fighting and usually getting his way. Harriett breathed deeply. She knows the intensity of Ozzie’s jealousy. She is hoping that this situation might have a nonviolent resolution.
Sorry Harriett; Ivan the Terrible is clearly interested in you.
Ozzie sees it. This is not going to be pretty.