The other day I watched two crows chase away a big hawk. The aerial battle that took place had me in awe. Every once in awhile they’d lock up and you could seem them cork screwing toward the ground. Picture yourself in a fist fight at 200 feet in the air, but instead of fists, you’d be getting attacked with razor sharp talons. Yes, birds are definitely the gladiators of the sky. So even though I get pissed when they start troll-chirping at 6am on Saturday, I’ve still got respect for these feathery shit heads.