Watering my containers this afternoon with the VBC, out on his harness when he decides to do a massive dump in my flowerbed. I will swear he was grinning when down came a bird to perch on a feeder about two feet above his head. This was an acquirable flying munchable. It was in range, but he hadn’t finished. The grin melted into a lemon look in a matter of seconds. No act of badness ever goes unrewarded. The bird went unmolested.