Barred Owls vs. Swamp Hag

Barred Owls vs. Swamp Hag

 

Cool Photo—But Not A Barred Owl

A true story……….(aren’t they all?)

So I wasn’t very successful hatching out the passel of eggs that I was trying to incubate recently…

I’m not taking full responsibility for the lack of chicks or ducklings…

 

I’ve gotten better at candling.

For the most part, these boogers weren’t fertile……………..?

 

Come on, guys!                I’ve done my part!

The rest is up to you!

Do I need to put up Health Department posters?

I’ve taken away their cable and internet privileges.

They have nothing better to do with their time…

What else can I do as a facilitator?

 

 

Of all of those turkey & chicken & duck eggs……….only two chicks hatched out.

 

I do have the three Indian Runner ducklings who I have been raising……….but I bought those…

 

~~~~~~~~~~and this is where the Barred Owls come in~~~~~~~~~~

This Is Not A Barred Owl

Remember the beginning of our back porch renovations?

The ducklings and chicks were large enough to put into the wrought iron macaw cage on the back porch……….more room/more air/better environment.

 

 

Long John (our geriatric Umbrella Cockatoo) is already out there too…

At present the back porch has no-walls/no-screening/no-doors………..it’s at that prolonged stage of reconstruction.

 

As you know, we live in the boonies……………..cheek & jowl next to a lot of wild things…

Long John Silver

So a couple of nights ago after midnight, Long John set up an alarm cry.

I was up and out of bed and on the dark porch quicker than I would have thought I could.

 

Long John had his upside-down umbrella unfurled on top of his head and he was hissing out into the dark night ready to take on the flying monkeys…

……………..and I heard something hissing back at him……………..

……………..multiple hissings……………..

……………..lots of hissings…………….

……………..at various locations in the back yard……………..

 

 

……………..some were super close.

 

With my flashlight, I located the nearest hissing.  It was sitting on my windchime-post right outside the open porch……….an owl……….with another one behind it on a tree to it’s left AND to it’s right…

 

(Why don’t their eyes reflect in a flashlight beam?……………..because they didn’t?)

So I find my self in the middle of all of this hissing—–again in my pajamas and again barefooted.

 

 

I thought maybe if I got some sheets out of the linen closet and hung them somehow that that would be a deterrent to the owls (who I was quite sure wanted to eat my birds).

 

But by the time I scrambled to the closet, grabbed some sheets, and ran back to the porch—–I almost fainted because the biggest specter of a black silhouetted owl was already on top of the macaw cage BEHIND me.

 

Eew;  eew;  eew;  eew……………..I don’t like things happening that quickly or that unpredictably…….!

 

It felt like I’d swallowed my tongue.

My poor little ducklings had swallowed their beaks and were huddled in a corner.

And the big, dark owl shadowed in the ceiling of the porch just stood stock still staring at me…….

 

 

Hoo Baby!

 

 

 

I had a chorus of owls hissing behind me……….cheering him on…

 

 

 

 

Long John was hissing for his life…

And I’m armed with fitted sheets…

 

 

 

Everything looked fire-red & black because of the heat lamp I had illuminating the babies (and because it was night)…

 

 

I did my absolute best flailing with my permanent-pressed, fitted sheets…

Mr. Owl…..reluctantly…….zoomed the top of my head to leave the semi-demolished porch…….

…….I yelled for my younger daughter to wake up and help me drag Long John’s cage into the living room…….

 

…….and the chicks and ducklings now spend their nights in a cage in our den under the fitted sheet…

 

 

Why is it, I always seem to be defending this farm barefooted and in my underpants or pajamas!?!

Oh……………..and Paulo slept through it all…

 

 

 

 

5 thoughts on “Barred Owls vs. Swamp Hag

  1. If only Satan’s macaw had been there. That miniature pterodactyl frightened man and beast. Not many birds can make 2 grown men, a Great Dane and a cat clear a very wide path. 3 or 4 owls would have been child’s play.

    1. Doctor Doolittle was a nice bird. She & I understood each other. I’ll get another macaw, but I’m waiting for Long John Silver to pass. Otherwise he would teach a newbie parrot to scream at sunrise & sunset………and on the hour in-between…

  2. My favorite. We are still enamored 🥰 by the hooting common to our new home. I agree this could be the start to a great scary script! Pauloinia undisturbed, needs his beauty sleep for tomorrow’s stress and strife! lol 😝

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