Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Mel stood tall, craning his neck to look almost directly up the giant container crane. "Didn't you inspect this last month, Gil? How'd you miss that damn eagle's nest?"
"I didn't see it," Gil flushed, "maybe they build fast?"
"More like you didn't do your job, as usual."
Gil thought that was monstrously unfair, as he prided himself on his work ethic, but objecting would only lead to another tirade. He thought often that this foreman must be chosen for his ability to be a jerk.
Mel went on, "If the EPA finds out about this they'll shut the crane down."
"Good thing we never use this one."
"Operations might want to use it, so you have to fix this." Mel handed Gil a long pry bar, "Get up there and get rid of it."
"But that's illegal! I could be fined!"
"You could also lose your job today," Mel glowered.
Gil thought of the down economy and his pregnant wife. He sighed and began to climb. As he drew closer to the apex, now crowned by a circular thatch of sticks, he looked down. 200 feet below, Mel still watched, fists on hips.
Suddenly an arrow of feathers shot by his head with a cry of rage and Gil almost lost his grip on the ladders rung. Gasping with shock he swiveled his head tracking the eagle. Then, another cry sounded at his ear as talons scored his hard hat. He screamed in fear as his grip was lost and he fell backward. His foot caught between two rungs and he jerked to a halt, upside down. The bar slid from his pocket, clanged off the girder like a bell, and hurtled to the dock, an arrow in free fall.
Mel's hard hat was pinned to his broken skull.