So me and my friend were out with our pellet guns (5 acres) plinking at birds. They hit the side of the house, then perch there and cheep and chirp and ****ing squawk in the wee hours, and I hate it. Anyway, there's a robin sitting on a scrap barrel about 20 yards up from us, and we each shoot at it. We miss. Yeah, I know, we're horrible shots. This bird takes off, flies past us, and lands behind an old scrap loader we have. We start going around to find it, when all of the sudden I hear this SSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! This goddamn hawk comes streaking down to where the robin had flown around to. A second later, the robin comes flapping around the corner at us wild as hell, with the hawk in close pursuit. They have a short (very short) fight 5 feet from us, and the hawk carries the damn robin off into the sunset! This whole event took aboot 3 seconds total. My friend and I looked at each other with these dumbass grins on our faces, and high five like the Dumb and Dumber guys. ****ing glorious.