Are you looking at me?

Ok! Ok! You spotted me! And?? Yes, I'm waiting for you to carry on walking down that road to your mundane office existence so that I can swoop down and start pecking at the roadkill pigeon. Yes, I know he's fresh - I'd think it was pretty obvious by the way the feathers are floating up and down the road with every passing car and the blood dripping from the poor fella's mushed head.

Now - clear off! I'm hungry.