"Whoa, buddy, what the hell are you doing up here? You alright?"
"Yea, I'm good."
"Alright, man, take it easy. Stay safe."
Are you food? No, not food. Bye.
"Pardon me sir, this is restricted airspace. Oh you have a permit? Carrion."
Don't usually get a resting spot at 15,000 feet, but since you're here...
I was playing cornhole at my parents' house last summer and a bird shit on me.
You said we were safe up here away from the hoomans, Gary
That's their hawk. He has a tag on his let and he's well groomed