Landing at the Covert Oxonian Aerodrome one night, a fox shot across the runway in front of us. We called ATC to advise them that Charlie was out on the aerodrome and was now a few pounds lighter.
"You think you hit it, then?"
"No - last we saw it was dumping down to landing weight!"
This particular fox obviously enjoyed life in the Cotswolds and had a hint of Belstone cheek about it. Once, queuing up at the traffic lights, we saw it being pursued by the hunt in full cry. Charlie got to the boundary fence, burrowed underneath and carried on - but the hunt came to a grinding halt on the the other side with much frustration. Charlie then trotted across the taxiway, paused, turned round to make sure he wasn't being followed, then crapped plentifully in full view of his pursuers!
Back to the thread - it's a good job that the bird in question wasn't some of the ones I've seen in uniform.....