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A lot of the fiber arts I enjoy are things like tatting, netmaking, chair caning, and even weaving, where people will come up to me when I demonstrate and solemnly tell me, "That's a lost art."

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03 July 2008

Bloody. Weird.

We've had wet weather and a lot of deer flies have hatched out, so I just now took my walk in the late evening hoping to miss the worst of them. My deer-fly-catching hair still caught (and I killed) six of them.

When I got down to where the path loops, I had to pass a smallish juniper bush.

As I passed the bush, I heard a rustle in the chokecherry tree behind and above it, and looked up just in time to - -

- - almost get hit in the hand by half a dead rabbit!

Crivens!

"Hang on to your dinner, would you!" I yelled at the vanished bird that must have dropped it.

I suspected a young hawk, or anyway some sort of raptor, so I looked around as I kept walking, and within ten yards or so I heard a loud "Eeeeep! Eeeep!" and ahead of me I saw a big grayish owl perched on a skinny dead tree.

"Don't yell at me, I didn't drop it!" I told it. No wonder I didn't hear anything fly out of the tree. Owls are the quietest flying birds there are.

Cornell's lovely "All About Birds" site even has the call of a juvenile great horned owl, Bubo virginianus, near the end of the recording.

That goes on the list of weird things that have happened to me, like removing a baby woodchuck or a half-frozen opossum from the fenced yard.

At least it didn't drop half a dead skunk on me.

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6 Comments:

Blogger Marguerite said...

Great sighting! I would happily endure half a dead rabbit to see a beautiful big owl. I'm jealous.

8:23 AM  
Blogger Dave said...

Of all the possible hazards that could happen while out taking a walk, I will admit that that particular one hadn't yet occurred to me. :-)

11:06 AM  
Blogger Donna Lee said...

We had a family of woodchucks in the yard until the hawks moved into the neighborhood. The babies are disappearing and there seem to be fewer rabbits around. They seem to keep a good grasp on their food though. No dropping of dead parts that I've noticed.

10:30 PM  
Blogger Bells said...

Good Lord. Half a dead rabbit? I'm strangely curious about which half, but I dare not ask!

8:07 AM  
Blogger Roxie said...

Crivens! It may have been a courtship gift. D'yuh fancy an owl then?

10:29 AM  
Blogger ephelba said...

Wow. That is bloody weird:) I suppose you can be glad it was a rabbit in pre-owl pellet form.

5:03 PM  

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