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She Never Saw The Ambush Coming
And to this day we still don’t know where the bullet came from
It was silent, but I saw it.
I swear it was a bullet.
Even though I know the human eye can’t actually see bullets moving.
It came down over the roof of the building, and whizzed to the shoreline so fast it couldn’t be anything but a bullet. Like a shot fired from a cloud.
But it was a bird.
A falcon, to be precise. And that son-of-a-bitch was flying so fast and so low and wings tucked in so tight that I literally mistook him for a bullet.
But it could have been a her.
I couldn’t tell, he was flying so fast.
Scooped up a baby Tern, and the little chick never saw it coming.
An Arctic Tern, to be precise.
Like scooped it right the fuck up, and that airborn assassin never even spread his wings. It was moving so fast, he knew that if he skipped a beat then the parental Terns would launch after him.
And launch they did.
About two dozen of them. They rose out of the rocks and rocketed so fast and so hard and screamed so loud that that falcon knew it was a moment of truth.
