One day I was photographing the Canada geese at a nearby industrial park. A small flock of geese took flight and flew away, but as they did, one goose broke off from the group and flew in my direction. I was jubilant until I realized that the goose was, um, up to no good.
"Bomb bay doors are open..."
"Wouldn't wanna be ya!"
Actually, I didn't realize what had happened until after I looked at the pictures. He missed, by the way.