I hear Swaylor Tift made it to Vegas.
But when she stepped out of the plane she saw her shadow.
So … six more weeks of winter. And at least one more album.
In other news, Superb Owl Sunday was … well, superb.
Free bird
I hear Swaylor Tift made it to Vegas.
But when she stepped out of the plane she saw her shadow.
So … six more weeks of winter. And at least one more album.
In other news, Superb Owl Sunday was … well, superb.
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Taylor? Meh. Super Bowl? Meh. Owls? Cool. We have great horned owls that nest in our neighborhood. We were sitting on the patio when one flew over us at about 20 feet up. You couldn’t hear it. Silent flight is what. If we had been Mr. and Mrs. Mouse our ass would now be owl shit.
I’ve only seen a few owls, but they never fail to impress. Once I saw this big ol’ boy in Palmer Park, about the size of a rural mailbox, just before sundown. And Herself and I saw one perched on a pole just off the Foothills Trails shortly after our old friend Steve went west. We weren’t able to make his sendoff (it was during The Plague) and we were both certain it was Steve popping round to bid us adios.
In my college days I used to go birdwatching with some guys who thought fun was wearing motorcycle leathers and a full face helmet to qclimb up to look as the stuff in the nest. You never hear them coming. They always fly up from behind and go for the eyes.
The owl wingspan to body ratio is a lot different than most birds. Lotta wing. I walked up to a Saw Whet owl sitting in a fir tree about six feet off the ground. They are very small and have a reputation of being extremely chill. As I got close, he decided to take wing. When those wings spread wide, I really jumped.
True about the silent. Twenty years ago, four year old daughter sat on my shoulder as we watched the sun setting looking down the street. Our local Great Horned flew low over our heads and down the street. Totally soundless. Magnificent.
Mother Nature was the inventor of stealth. We homo sapiens merely mimic her long-natured (see what I did, there?) approach to refining traits that promote survivability and success. Note the shapes of stealth aircraft, submarines, etc.
Used to hear owls in Los Alamos. Saw them up in the Adirondacks and they are beautiful. All I see in Santa Fe is turkeys…..
Heard but never seen.
A few years ago I used to hear what a thought was a neighbor’s big dog woofing – not a bark – late at night. One night I was in sitting in that corner of the house (a sunroom) and realized the noise was an owl as the woofing carried on and on.
Another night in the winter, I was convinced that the commotion outside must be kids running from the street behind me and down driveway and then moving around behind the house and back door. It was very unnerving. There were two “voices” so loud and close by. Finally realized it had to be owls not pranksters.