Copper Chopper

Last night Aoife and I were in bed about to go to sleep when there was an odd noise outside.  The light shining through the window was an ominous sign as well.  For some reason I wasn’t really paying attention to it being engrossed in reading about the evolution of the carrot family, but Aoife ever astutely asked “is that a helicopter?”  Now it’s not as interesting as somebody getting shot and then riding their bike to fall over on your doorstep, but then what is?

After about a half an hour of them shining the spotlight on the next street over and in our window they took off.  Good thing too, at only around 500pounds an hour+ to operate they must have thought half an hour was enough to suss out whatever hooligan they were after.  Seems a bit unfair to me, kind of like spotlighting for deer.