That story reminded me of my youth - my buddy and I were varmint hunting near my favorite grouse cover. A large goshawk was sitting on a post about 175 yards away, intently surveying the cover. I quickly got into prone position and was aiming through the scope when my buddy said, "But they're protected...."
I quickly replied, "No one protecting HIS a$$!" followed by POW and a cloud of feathers.....
(I was a bad kid!!!)