tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182745524041483971.post8431633457215063277..comments2023-06-20T04:23:36.724-06:00Comments on Surdut Art for the Mind & Body: Great Horned Owls hootin' in my 'hood and on NPRBeth Surduthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543366768881488092noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182745524041483971.post-40440413635150404822017-01-02T19:02:42.258-07:002017-01-02T19:02:42.258-07:00Such a rich story, Kelli. Owls can carry more weig...Such a rich story, Kelli. Owls can carry more weight per body mass than other raptors, but that goose was too much. So that owl would have stashed it. Depending on where you lived, that little owl was probably an elf owl. Lucky you.<br />My close encounter with an angry raptor was with a Harris' hawk on my patio here in Tucson just as the hawk was grabbing a dove. Fierce energy and form...hissing..and those glowing eyes!<br /> If you have a chance, I hope you'll follow the NPR links to listen to the audio. Here's the one for the hawk https://www.azpm.org/s/32776-the-art-of-paying-attention-harris-hawks/Beth Surduthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08543366768881488092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182745524041483971.post-29686462625907810572017-01-02T18:04:36.768-07:002017-01-02T18:04:36.768-07:00When my husband and I lived in the woods in a tiny...When my husband and I lived in the woods in a tiny log home, every night a Horned Owl would watch us through the small window as it perched about 8 feet away on a split rail fence. Once I was lucky enough to see it step from the top of the huge spruce into "tin air" and it just stretched out its wings and glided noiselessly away. On the other hand, when I was raising small animals our dogs were blamed by the neighbors for killing their geese. We knew the damn geese were not being killed by the dog. One night I heard a commotion out in the field. I lit my bard lantern and carried a broom out to the field, where I was confronted by a hiss and a pair of angry yellow eyes. The Great Horned Owl had a death grip on the neck off a goose. It tried to intimidate me without losing hold of the goose, lumbering toward me and dragging the poor goose with it. I was terrified. I poked at it with the broom handle. More hissing. Poked again. This time it let go and took off. No one believed me, but there were no more attacks. A tiny day time owl used to accompany me up and down the path to our cabin. It was quite charming. That was my art over mind and body, cause nether one wanted to confront that huge bird.<br />Kellihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17422724012387828583noreply@blogger.com