Had a couple of vultures come through the disc while hover taxying. The first one seemed to attack the a/c but was suitably blended and strewn far and wide. His mate flew in small circles above trying to work out where his friend had gone to, then quickly began to learn rotary PoF theory as he became part of the induced flow. He seemed to descend in slow motion, flapping furiously to get away (like a cartoon) before being belted and flung about 100 yards accross the pan. As I landed, coincidentally, on the spot next to his body, I was amazed to see him get up and walk off, rather sheepishly, with one wing neatly severed at the shoulder. a couple of hangar boys caught it and announced later "he's sleeping now".
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Another day in paradise