An owl appeared at my front door last night. There’s a nesting pair next door, so it is one it their youngsters. Anyway, it was accompanied by at least six neighborhood cats. My wife, who’s vision impared, told me that there were a bunch of cats outside surrounding a brown blob of some sort. I got her to guard it whilst I got my owl handling gloves (new pair of leather gloves). It was on it’s side, eyes closed, Upon picking it up, it opened one eye, then the other. It was still limp, but at least alive. I sent my blind wife off to fetch the cat carrier from a closet in the garage. A loud crash told me she used the express method to empty the closet. After a short pause, while my wife picked out the right color towel for the owlery, it was safe and sound in the carrier. My son, Wendy Who like, came out to see what was going on. He wanted to know if we could keep it, and if it could carry letters back and forth from his Grandmother’s (Harry Potter reference, BTW).
Of course you cannot keep an owl. They’re a bird of prey and off limits. Since I live in a fairly big city (Dallas, TX), there are a few birds of prey rescue groups in the area. So it will be going bye-bye today.
This morning, it is sitting upright, looking around with its big yellow eyes. I’m going to try to see if it can fly, and maybe go home on it’s own. My neighbor does not know where the owls roost, plus I don’t want to disturb the nest anyway.