And now, hot owl action...
Here you can see behind him, his tail is fanned out, and his white ruff is all poofed up.
After the program, I dropped off the birds. At one point, I heard a noise that sounded like a dog. Correction: It sounded like a person trying to sound like a dog. All the hair on my arms went straight up. I got a flashlight and checked out the yard in the direction of the sound, and it was goofy Junior. I didn't know GHO's could sound like dogs.
I said goodnight to Junior, got in my car, and drove up to the house on the RAPTOR property to drop off some stuff. As I was turning toward the house, I saw a blur out of the corner of my left eye. I looked over and saw something light-colored streak by. Now, it's dark and creepy at RAPTOR at night, and I was paranoid anyway. I blinked a few times and kept walking, and then heard hooting above me and to the right. Junior had flown over my head and landed on the power lines above me. I guess this is Junior's first mating season, and he's a bit early...GHO's usually start nesting activity in December or January. I suppose he is tuning his pipes, and practicing on me. Oh, good Lord... is Junior thinking that I am a suitable mate? I better keep an eye out while I am at RAPTOR at night. He might get some ideas.
8 comments:
Oh gosh - what to do about a horny horned owl? *giggle*
Better protect your head Susan. Maybe a hardhat or something.
***
whisper back***
How many hours in a plane to Minnesota?
***
Poor Junior, so anxious, just like any young man.
Boomer!! I've missed photos & stories of Boomer so much! Yay!
I love the little humingbird nest - sooo sweet - thank you Susan!
Susan you had better start disguising yourself... I am cracking up, here! A horny owl...LOL
Glad to see Boomer again! Is that a miniature pinscher in the background? I'm happy to see that your sofa is covered with dogs, too, like mine.
Ooooh Susan! Junior's got a crush on you! (cackle-giggle!!)
insert subliminal message here-
come to Minnesota...
come to Minnesota...
come to Minnesoooota...
check out Laura's comments for reasons to visit! :)
The internet, which Swami connects to from his wood-burning computer, is a wonderful resource for this type of problem. When a couple of the yaks started getting a little too frisky, I sent away for an inflatable yak. Perhaps an inflatable owl would do the trick (turn a trick) for Junior.
Oh, help me! I can't stand it. Inflatable yaks and turning tricks for a horney owl named Junior... Poor Susan. The Swami strikes again.
Susan - I forgot to ask - who is the cute little dog at far end of the sofa? What a little cutie!
Mary and Pam: That is my Mom's dog, Bailey. She is a Manchester Terrier.
Post a Comment