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A barn owl in a bucket. That is all.

The last country show, as always, had the inevitable display of owls. I don’t remember seeing this before, though — each owl’s perch stood in a shallow pan of water.

This little’un was happily paddling around in it, which I guess is what it was for. If it were only for drinking, I would expect a bowl.

Look at that face. LOOK AT IT. In fact, look at it up close and in color. Zoom in. You can actually see us standing around staring, and the amazing cloudy sky we had that day.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 10, 2019, 7:35 pm

Uncle B’s totally sharp photo, by the way. I think I made the black and white version too dark.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: September 10, 2019, 7:54 pm

a poem –

Oh! Perfectly imperfect Owl!
Thy beak has a blemish!
And in thy owl eyes
I see peoples
as if through two glasses darkly,
but only if I zoom all the way in.

Thy feathers are as fur.

Tha End.

Sorry, I just finished reading the Beto poem on Stilton’s Place, and I was moved and affected by his work.

Stilton’s, that is.

Comment from drew458
Time: September 10, 2019, 8:28 pm

Durned, that’s only 1000 times better than Beto’s ode to a cow flop. Try again.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: September 11, 2019, 1:14 am

Years ago, when we had a property (that means some acreage) in KS, I learned about owls. I learned that barn owls are BIG damn birds (about 18”+ tall) with BIG damn wingspans (damn near 6’) and are voracious predators. I watched an owl touch on the back of my Rottweiler puppy (she was a bitty 30#) and fly off only because my 150# male rottie intervened. I watched many owls scoop and fly off with all sorts of rodents and that is the only reason I tolerated them. A screech owl will cure anybody of their love of owls.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: September 11, 2019, 5:48 am

I’ve never understood how barn owls can be, at the same time, both creepy and adorable. But they are.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: September 11, 2019, 2:35 pm

I’ve never understood how barn owls can be, at the same time, both creepy and adorable. But they are.

If you are SURE that every living being you care about is too big for the owl to lift, then they are adorable.

Owl be seeing you
In all the old barnyard places
That his hunting range embraces
Killing all the mice… and who?

To him it’s small cafe
What’s on the tartare menu today?
The children? The Au Pair as well?
Bet those kids would sure taste swell!

Owl be seeing you
Thinking of your liver as pate
Eating whoever he can carry away
I’ll always think of Owls that way

He’ll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
You’ll be looking at the moon
But Owl be seeing you…..

With apologies to Billie Holiday and her song, “I’ll be seeing you”

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: September 11, 2019, 2:48 pm

Nothing like a hooty owl living outside your window for a couple of days.

And then hearing that old song “Wildfire” to remind you to be creeped out.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: September 11, 2019, 6:31 pm

And Rich Rostrom wins with T. Boone Pickens – RIP 9/11/2019

Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: September 11, 2019, 8:38 pm

“Uncle B’s totally sharp photo…’

I was wondering about who took that amazing shot.

And also: YEEEAAAAAHHOOOOO! At last!!! Where do I send my information?

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: September 12, 2019, 2:13 pm


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