POKE THE BIRD
Here there's a big rock around that headland that BELONGS to a ruby-crowned kinglet. There's a tree near the river that belongs to another one. You take your life in your hands (laughing yourself to death) if you get near either.
Of course, touching the rock and leering, "Oh, is this YOUR rock? And here? And HERE?" can't help. I thought the furious little bead of feathers was going to explode from pure indignation.
Teasing wildlife. We're going to hell.