Today’s header is a recent image of a coyote hot-footing it, nearly to the other side of the neighbor’s 200 acre Alfalfa field. Sorry it’s out of focus. How I miss my old Cannon Rebel’s telephoto lens. You may have heard that sad story. Two of my grand kids (all grown up now) were playing in a hot spring on the bank of the Salmon River in Idaho. (Memory fails, also, and I don’t remember which branch of the Salmon.) For a good camera angle, I waded out into the river. Well, you know — slippery rock, awkward grandma, gravity. Camera and I both went under. The old Rebel tried to run afterward, but all it could do was rewind film. Maybe it can be repaired, but I went to digital, and have upgraded several times. Now, after several years I’m still trying to get the hang of my latest, a Panasonic FZ50.
A week or so ago, almost dark dark night, I took Cricket out. While the little dog sniffed around about thirty feet from me, a Great Horned owl swooped over my head without a sound, right at her. It really startled me. Cricket, though, didn’t even bark, just danced around as though playing and went back to her sniffing, and the owl flew up into a tree. Then it came back, and I went on the offensive, clapping and yelling and dashing toward the (almost) encounter. Mr. or Mrs. owl apparently decided I was too much older, tougher and bigger than the little Long-haired Chihuahua morsel and veered off into the trees again.
But I learned something. Before the attack, the owl made little mewing or crying sounds that I’d heard before and assumed were young coyotes yapping. However, a couple evenings later, not long after sunset, an owl soared onto some nearby dry Poplar limbs and watched us. It again made the little cries (far different from their usual h-h-hoot hoot hoot). I would like to know if it were mimicking a young animal to put its intended prey at ease, or if it were smacking its owl “lips” over anticipated din-din.
So here’s the second owl sighting, and second recent “camera fail” that I’ll admit to. The image is a bit odd, an “accidental” if you will, but frankly I kinda like it.
great horned owl