Yesterday Ed returned. Within moments he was locked onto something… in full hunt-and-kill mode.
Bincos (always handy now) swung into place. Same MO. Same lightening strike into vegetation. And out comes a terrified BIRD clamped in Ed’s death spear. God, this guy is good but obviously showing no respect for his feathered brethren.
As Edward prepared for the final swallow-move, the mangled bird managed to seize a moment, escape and fly away.
Ed, ever the chill master, turned and strolled toward the pool for a quick bill cleaning and sip of water. Hydration and hygiene are apparently important for killing stuff.
