- The sparrows who have and raise up their babies in the bird house on my back deck are out of here. Quit their nest building mid-task. And they are nowhere to be seen, not on my deck, not in the backyard trees, not on my porch or flower pots.
- No robins or starlings peck around the yards.
- Flickers and quail I occasionally see in the neighborhood, but not at my place.
- I hear no finches outside my writing room window.
- The mourning doves have quieted and do not sit on my roof.
- Squirrels are scarcer. I'm not weeping over it.
- I heard the owl calling in the early dark one morning, no doubt signaling these other animals to stay clear of his territory.
- I have told him this is my house. I know he heard me because he was looking right at me.
- I have to wash and scrub the front walkway daily. And for a little owl, I mean, he is a cute little owl, he leaves a lot of stuff. Large splatty poops and small brown bundles of regurgitated animal parts. Did you want to know about that?
- The other day, when I turned on the sprinkler to wet down the place and start my scrubbing, he watched the water move across the lawn.
- I do not yell at him. Not yet, at least.
Monday, September 17, 2012
A New Resident on My Property
So now I have an owl. He sits in the ash tree that hangs over my front walkway. Here's what he--cute little guy that he is--has meant to my life.
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3 comments:
I like him and don't like him, too.
Is it a Western Screech Owl?
Yes, it is a little screech owl. Cute as can be.
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