Hubby & I went to the 5th annual Fall Owl Fest in Apopka
yesterday, presented by The Avian Reconditioning Center.
My favorite is the Barn Owl named Henry.
When the Barn Qwl eats crow, it's not because he's humbled - he's
And they're easy pickin' in the dark when he can see and they can't.
But sunrise turns the tables, and any sighting of the flying tiger sets off the owl alarm that summons a crowliferating posse to pester him.
The air is clogged with crowfanities as the raucous ruckus moves from oak to maple to beech.
Finally, tired and feathered, he is escorted out of town by the most direct route-as the crow flies.