Once a year, my beautiful bride offers to come along on a hunt with me (she goes out with me more than once a year, but she usually doesn’t offer to go). And, every time she comes out with me the birds fly awesome. Unfortunately we missed the actual kill on camera, but I can guarantee it was sufficiently epic. Thorin took off from one tree top, glided over a field where I was looking for rabbits, and crashed into a squirrel’s nest in the top of a tree overlooking a creek. Leaves scattered everywhere when he hit, and then we saw Thorin floating down with a squirrel in his talons.