Heron Lake Plateau I believe I can touch the sky

The hoppy little thing froze quite still and Tywyll gave a growl of satisfaction, in his mind the bug was cowering in front of his mighty prowess. In the next five seconds as he prepared to crouch something happened that would change him for life. Just as Tywyll set to lunge something wrapped around him and he was being yanked into the air. First came pain, two areas hurt something awful where he had been punctured by the talons of the winged predator. Then shock as his young mind struggled to understand what has happening. 

Last came a mighty series of shrieks and howls, he called for mama, he called for daddy, he called toey (towhee, but he was unable to pronounce it) he called for Help . He thrashed and squirmed to free himself from the grasp of whatever had him and in a moment of panic, twisted and bit at the closest batch of feathers he could reach, tiny sharp fangs seeking hold of something, anything to cause pain and get free.