He went on to explain that most actors and indeed most entertainers are gig workers. For every a-lister many other actors work gig to gig and having steady work and a steady income that pays well is really hard because the field is so unpredictable. And many actors including many well know actors and artists have to have a secondary source of regular income between gigs and for most working entertainers it means getting a regular job and taking whatever roles you can get.

And...I may have a thing for unicorns

All the ladybirds are safe and he’s gonna be fine. Just a few small puncture wounds that’ve been cleaned up and checked out.

He wants me to tell you all…”You should see the other guy!”

Update: Thank you all for the kind words. He’s back home safe and cuddling with his bondmate, Karoo. He’s gotten plenty of peas and we’ve got mealworms ready for breakfast along with some light pain meds and antibiotics.

Couple other answers to repeat questions:

1. Yes, we know his name means “crow”…all our birds were given names from avian-related One Piece characters. (Karoo, Karasu, Nami-Swan, Robin, Mihawk, and Doflamingo.)

2. The hawk actually ended up trapped between some thick growth that our birds use for cover and our chain link fence. It was pretty eerie…just sat there motionless with its wing pinned against the fence, staring at me with its beak wide open. I managed to free the hawk with a hoe rake I had nearby and it hauled ass away.

3. He’s very protective of Karoo, so I’m not surprised he tried to defend her…he’ll square up to our 100lb dog and any human getting too close to her. But if I’m being honest, I am a little surprised he was successful. He had some issues with his legs that some Peking ducks get from growing too quickly and although he walks normally now after some therapy…he’s still not exactly the most nimble and quick warrior. But hey, he got the job done!

Imagine this. You're playing swingball with your crayon eater little cousin. You're giving him a serious ass kicking. He's starting to snivel because he's losing so hard. You're really giving it everything you've got and you're giving the entire family BBQ a spectacle on your swingball prowess.

Your little cousin is about to burst into tears from the feeling of failiure and suddenly your uncle comes over. "Right, I think it's time to eat.... Lets say... next point wins?"

Your little cousin is ecstatic. Finally after his pitifully weak performance he rejoices at finally having a chance. You still effortlessly kick his ass for the 19th time.

Your uncle puts his hands on his hips and say "lets call that a draw". He celebrates and meanwhile you're left to simmer alone with the feeling of injustice.

Your entire performance is discredited by someone else imposing their rules upon your game.