Monday evening was pleasant with a nice breeze coming from a favorable direction, so I went to fly some stunt. Scores of swallows set upon the circle, buzzing my aircraft. They dodged the reverse wingover, but came back for the inside squares, where I hit one with a line, detaching a feather. I flew out the flight level to be predictable. I then affixed a bird-scaring owl, recommended to me by Uncle Jimby for woodpecker deterrence, to my wind pole (see photograph). Swallows were undeterred. Then I got an air horn used to start combat matches and honked it at the swallows to no avail. Hundreds of swallows turned out for my last flight, but stayed high enough that I only had to skip the last three maneuvers.
I promised my neighbors that I'd only fly electric. I'd kinda like to fire up a combat plane and clear the air, so to speak.