The girls have been little couch vegetables for days, so I took them out for a bit today.
We ended up at the dog park at Armleder (are we the only people who go to dog parks without our dogs?).
We met lots of nice dogs (and a few that needed more attention from their owners...why don't people who own dogs learn about dog behavior????).
This is Greta...a perfect copy of Nellie. (a few years younger, anyway)
Acted like Nellie, too. Didn't want to venture far from her person.
This is Plato. A great thinker.
(and an Anatolian Shepherd)
This was the friendliest Great Dane we have ever come across:
The angle is a bit off in this photo, but that dog was actually taller than Lorelei.
On the way home, I saw a small bundle of rufus feathers with ears, just off the road.
Damn. It looked like a screech owl.
I did a U-turn and parked on a skinny little shoulder. Trying to think three steps ahead
(I didn't have a box with me...so I had to think about getting one at the UDF down the road....grabbing my gloves....figuring out how to hold an injured screech owl and drive at the same time...), I approached it.
It swiveled its head around, and took off across the four-lane road.
Well, at least now I knew it could fly.
I got back in the car and swung around and parked again. It had landed behind a fence in some shrubbery. On private property.
It kept retreating deeper and deeper into the woods, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to catch it. Trespassing while running after a flighted screech owl, with two kids in tow....I like gathering blogging material as much as the next person, but...
Well, it can fly. Its eyes were uninjured. I assume it was stunned by a car and was gathering its wits when I came along.
All we can do is wish it the best and be hopeful.
When it retreated into the underbrush, a whole bunch of blue jays noticed it and started giving it what-for. It was funny, in a sad way.
Good luck, little buddy.
(The best shot I could get, as it scurried off.)
Maybe I will start carrying a net in my car?