Thanks for sharing Misha. I won't sleep tonight now! At least there was no photo of the giant sparrow that used to swoop down and pick me up in my nightmares when I was 7. Yes, it was a scary sparrow, not a pterodactyl or an eagle, but a sparrow (I had a limited imagination).
No it was just like a normal sparrow only much bigger. It used to swoop down, pick me up in its talons (or whatever sparrows have on the end of their toes). Then it would dump me into its nest on the roof. I don't know what it planned to do with me next (tickle me with its feathers?) because I always woke up screaming.