The other day I was in the kitchen doing kitchen things and Echo flew up to me furiously and dropped all the mighty weight of her 33 grams on the back of my neck like a hawk striking its dinner. Squarely on my spine right below the edge of my skull.

If she was bigger and I was smaller I’d probably have been pretty badly injured.

Seems like she’s reliving her ancestral memories of being a dinosaur hunting for food.