Crawled in the back of a huge grain box on a farm truck half full with treated winter wheat seed ...

You couldn't stand in it and had to belly crawl across it to get to the sharpie --Tick, who was busy plucking the sparrow she just hauled down.

This was mid summer and my hands were full of the ever present cuts scratches and punctures that accompany flying small hawks....
That treated seed just stuck and burned and burned the open wounds and I half expected Tic to be dead in the morning from the inevitable intake she consumed before I got to her.

I scooped her up and just tossed her over the side, when I finally got back out of the truck there she was next to the grain box wheels just finishing her meal as one of the farm tomcats sat crouched 6 foot away.
Barry