THE OWL

I don't know where he came from and I don't think "Momma Duck" really cared, all she cared about was the saftey of the baby's. To say she went ballistic would be putting it mildly. And I guess I did also.  Now I know, I know, let nature take its course, and survival of the fittest, I know all that. Well it just so happens when compairing a Owl and a 12 gauge the 12 gauge is fittest...............................................................
No I didn't shoot the Owl. But after firing a warning shoot across the pond, lets just say he decided that maybe there was a easier meal down the road........................................
I read somewhere that out of the sixteen or so little woodies only about four will make it to adult hood.................
They still come every year, maybe some of those that come this year will be some of that same hatch.I like to think so.  

Oh buy the way I still hear the Owl's at night, I really like them also................... Handsome fellow...............................