Big Salmon Lake chromosomes

He liked easy. This was not going to be easy. He eyed the other male up and down, but he knew he could not take him. Some female trapped in the mud unable to defend herself was more up his alley for targets. But he was not about to go without making some attempt to feed his belly. Like a snake he lunged, swinging his slavering jaws at the insolent bird that had pitched near them. Whether he got it, a mouthful of tail feathers or nothing at all, he would be drumming his feet and putting distance between him and the one who interrupted his dinner.