 So the bird, he gets a little squirrely, and he starts kind of sidestepping out of there, and I'm reaching up. I'm shooting an autoloader, and I'm trying to rack one out. On the one hand, like I'm trying to be kind of quiet and ginger about it. On the other hand, like I'm trying to rack my gun hard enough that it'll actually fire the next shot, and by the time I got reloaded,