Any animal.
A couple, both cold bird homicides. Each time the victims were one of these bastards.
One morning I wake up to the sound of one’s infuriating chirping outside the window. It doesn’t stop. I get up and go to the window to swat it or something. Open the window, look down, and one of these awesome bastards is standing on top of a pinned noisy miner, and looks right up at me like, “You didn’t see nothin’.” I raise my hands and back away from the window, the chirping starts up again and slowly fades and stops. Turns out currawongs will often prey on smaller birds and if those smaller birds are noisy miners, I’m cool with it.
The other time was a noisy miner picking on a crow that was trying to eat. The miner keeps swopping it until the crow catches it, gets on top, and drags it over to a puddle. Same eerie audio of a noisy miner going nuts, then suddenly silence as the crow just sticks its head underwater, stays standing on it until the thing’s lifeless, and goes back to eating.
Ah yes, just Australian wildlife things. We don’t have currawongs up here in QLD but we still have butcher birds earning their namesake.
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I was once hiking a mountain in New Mexico, and had a standoff with a vicious, off-leash and in-tact dog. I tried slowly backing down, but it kept advancing any ground I gave it. The owner for some reason refused to come down off the mountain to get his dog, until I yelled at him I would bash the dog’s head in, and he’d still be on the hook for any injuries I sustained while doing it.
I took on a big stray that looked like a German Shepherd/Great Pyrenees mix that attacked my dog last year. He had my dog by the throat and my dog bit his lip.
I had never seen dogs raise up, locked together like these two did. They were on their hind legs locked by the flesh in each other’s mouths.
I ran in like a cave man to intervene, fully expecting to get bit up. I tried to pry this dog’s mouth open with my bare hands, but all my might wasn’t enough and he crushed into my hands/fingers. I could hear the sound of what I can best describe as crunching sounds and chomping gristle.
That got my flight/fight fully kicked in, and then I pried his mouth open like it was nothing. I held him suspended by his open mouth and comanded my dog to release his lip, which he did.
I then sort of suplexed and wrestled the dog until mine was able to get to safety. My crimson red blood all over this snow white dog was so surreal.
Here are some photos of my injuries. My finger was fractured and I have scar tissue in that finger and on my tendons in my left hand, which causes some trouble. Could’ve been a lot worse. My right middle finger still causes me a bit of pain, but I can push thru it to play piano/video games/type. No regrets. I love my dogs more than myself and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Damn, dude I’m sorry that happened. Looks like he got your face, too! I’ve got a Great Pyrenees mix myself. They are big-ass dogs with big-ass teeth.
It’s all good! Gives me some peace of mind knowing what I’m capable of in an emergency.
I got really lucky with my eye… another inch and I may have lost it. I’m honestly kind of disappointed that I didn’t get a badass scar from that one… haha. It’s pretty light/hard to see.
Tiger in India.
She did nothing violent. I was watching from a tour 4wd from about 40m away. She was taking a drink on the other side of a creek for about 30s. Then lifted her head, looked at us and turned and loped up the steep hill behind her.
The effortless power of her acceleration of a body that big.
If we’re including wildlife shows the scariest thing I’ve seen is on an old one called Last Feast of the Crocodiles which is set around a water hole that goes into drought.
These baboons lure a baby deer away from its mother by pretending to be friendly and then kill it so they can drink its blood. There’s just something that bothers me way more than normal predators doing normal things.
