Walking around in a campsite which shall remain nameless (I don’t want anyone to disturb him), I heard a host of birds kicking up a big fuss. I couldn’t see anything, so lay down and searched the whole tree with my binocs. Then a toppie revealed him by flying right at his head and slapping his face with its wings!! A big beautiful mamba, who just quietly took the birds’ abuse.
Maybe he was writing down their names (as Bill Cosby once said of a zoo crocodile) . . .