taxydual (et al),
Your (#'80) .... Grrrr !
Never realised you led such an exciting life in your "Little red 'n white mobile home in the West". Strange things happened from time to time. At Shawbury in my day, the School Instructors also did the ATC for the airfield.
One sunny morning, a Vampire took off. "Do you know", quoth the (Marshall's) pilot, "you've got a dead hare on the runway ?" "I can see it, sir", piped up eagle-eyed RWC, "it's about 500 yards up". Accusing eyes all turned on Local. "It wasn't there when I did my inspection this morning, I swear, Sir" he quavered. Nobody believed him.
There was no movement for 20 minutes. "Get on your bike", we told RWC, "and shift it onto the grass". Off he pedalled - but when he got close to the "dead" hare it shot up and streaked away off the airfield. Seems it had been sun-bathing on the warm tarmac, and was so accustomed to aircraft that even the row of a Vampire at full chat didn't faze it. But a chap on a bike was "Clear and present Danger" !
Ain't Nature wonderful.