I mentioned before that we have an owl in our back woods. To be more specific, from the call, it's a Great Horned Owl, a mighty and fearsome predator. More fearsome if you are small and your relatives are rodents or small birds, but they have been known to take cats, small dogs even armadillos. The creepiest thing I've heard is they often eat off the head of their victim and then go on their way. Some call them "Silent Tigers" and in Appalachian lore they are harbingers of death.
I really hope I can get a glimpse of him. I've been letting Battle hang out on the balcony - maybe that will lure him in? Battle of course could escape to safety back in the house.
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o man o boy, o boy o man! i hope you get to see it. my sightings of owls have been too few and far between.
i think luring it with battle is a good idea too. and, honestly, even if battle didn't get in in time, i'm sure battle would show the owl that this is one cat who will not become a headless cat.
I wonder if this is the missing link to our dying chicken phenomenon... we thought it might have been raccoons. Now I'm picturing a devilish 4-foot owl who can miraculously skirt barbed wire fences and come and go undetected. Well, in any case, it would explain why we found them headless.
Haha I like how you mention all the fearsome things the owl can do in one paragraph and start the next off by saying "I wish I could get a glimpse of him." Bravo.
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