That Joe, he was a card. We played a joke on him one time that had him squawking and damn near peeing his pants with fear. He was flapping his wings and making all kinds of noise, trying to get himself right-side-up.

He wouldn't talk to any of us for two months even though we'd pulled him back up the ravine and never had any intention of dropping him. And all he lost was a few wing feathers.

He was just the sort of guy you wanted to put down for some reason. I don't know why. And he was slow. I'm talking real s-l-o-w, like a snail, you know; like what fancy folk call es-car-go. That's funny, I'd say a car goes pretty fast.