Friday September 16th 2011 Tim Candler
Last night Barred Owls again
called to each other. It was loud, it was without music and it
contained a quality that caused distant dogs to bark. Begin to
think the language of a Barred Owl is in the tone of his call.
Last night this language held dispute and argument, which I do not
believe was resolved or will be soon. Their quarrel was polite but
firm. "I will not shout at you, sir! But I hope you choke."
I am told Barred Owls feast well
upon those little Turkey who are too small to fly. Probably in the
night a little Turkey ignores his mother's advice, he scratches himself, or
moves just a little bit to test a feather, and the rest is his past.
But I have to think that Barred Owls long ago decided that only common fowl
dine on Rabbit because this year there's a surfeit of Rabbit. None of
them remotely coy. And damn how I wish I spoke Owl. Then I could write
pamphlets on the value of Rabbit to Owl diet.