Well this round to the humans. I have a fear of being closed in (claustrophobic), however no problem with heights. I used to peer over the side of tall buildings on safety inspections and yell "hey look at the view, whee" while my guides would be hovering towards the middle of the wide open expanse. Actually led me to write a lot of notes about proper barrier systems not being installed.
Even took my daughter to the top of a 4 story parking ramp once to teach her how to spit correctly (true story). There are moments in life when a derisive spit in a direction near but not on a protagonist is necessary but letting it clumsily cover ones chin does not denote the correct level of disdain.
Anyway I digress, as usual. Got out the really tall ladder when Mother Dove was away and gingerly tugged the "occupied" nest out of its snug spot on the ceiling. I then reinstalled it in the fork of that nasty Willow tree, which due to its constant preening, should supply plenty of continuing building materials for future nest fortifications. The old neighborhood was permanently sealed off from future house hunters.
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