My place to sit

A good place to sit. I could dry my feet ready for my next rummage around the mud for worms. It was my place to sit!

Something whizzed past my ear and shook me so much I flew off, sharpish! Up there I could see the problem - two humans making strange, loud cackling sounds. They were dangerous. Something kept spitting from one of them and hit MY seat. They were taking over my feeding ground. I had to fight to survive.

Then, my seat was gone, I was blown up high and the humans even tried to fly like me...