some of the stories here in remind me of my dealings with a species of bird known as the American Woodcock.
Its a goofy, and charming bird that may stand as evidence that creation, however you believe it to be, does in fact have a sense of humor.
Part of its charm is in its defensive strategy.
Woodcocks tend to lay low in cover and stay hid till the threat passes.
If the threat comes too close, it springs to a flurry of activity that is rather convincing of a large predator.
This "too close" range is best measured in inches.
They will scare the bejeezus out of you, and probably invoke your fight or flight response.
I've laid waste to several of them, in several ways. some are amusing in retrospect.
As a kid, I played around with model rocketry a bit.
Well I had a launch issue where a fin got stripped off the rocket about 15 feet up.
It laid itself over and took a wild flight path out into the woods, causing me to grab a few jugs of water to put the fire out when I found the crash site.
After the flames where extinguished I detected some movement a few yards back along the flight path.
Eventually I found the bird, which I later identified as a woodcock, that I quite literally shot down with a rocket.
It succumbed to its injuries having been run through by basswood fragments from the rocket.
It was a Woodcock that was the first thing killed by my 44 magnum.
That Defense strategy was in full effect when this bird did its thing. I drew and fired to halt the perceived attack, Identifying the creature by its long beak and severed head.
Don't think I could repeat that shot. At least I used enough gun I guess.
In a similar case, I was unarmed and went hand to hand with one plastering it to a tree.
In each case ... I never intended to be the arch nemesis of the woodcock, But it sure was hard to avoid