Thursday, 27 August 2009

Owl pellet

This morning there was a flyover. There I was, minding my own beeswax, letting the geese out for the day, when poof! A huge air balloon was travelling directly overhead. I waved, as you do, but although I could see sandbags and the like, and someone or something was clearly operating the dangerous looking firey thing, I couldn't see a soul. My theory is that the navigator was three feet tall and that the passengers were so travel sick that they were bent over honking into the basket and all invisible from the ground.
A couple of evenings ago I had a rather different flyover. Out of the threshing barn window, just a few feet above my head, whooshed a barn owl. So much excitement! Barn owl boxes have been made and sited hither and yon, but perhaps a bird was really nesting? Certainly there are large white splats typical of the barn owl, and the following day we found a huge pellet, complete with fur, bones and a yellow sharp-toothed skull.

7 comments:

Winchester whisperer said...

Time for a WOL sign?

Lindsay said...

My dad and I went up in a hot air ballon. Dad had to tie up his bald head with my jersey because of the hot burners!

Leigh Russell said...

Brave of you to stand underneath a hot air balloon when you thought people might have been throwing up over the side . . . or were you holding an umbrella?
I haven't seen you on my blog for a while, so I thought I'd come over and pay you a visit.
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Sara said...

We have fly overs of a very much noisier kind as we seem to be on a military flight path at certain times of year! But at the same time we are also lucky to see kestrels, buzzards, sparrow hawks & barn owls. Barn owls are so beautiful & I am envious that you got to see one that close.

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Aw! I bet that was a poor lickle baby rat that the nasty owl murdered. Is there a name for people who examine turds and even photograph them?...An excretophile perhaps?

Mopsa said...

Will you make me one WW?

Lindsay - that paints an picture!

Congratulations Leigh.

Sara - get thee some ear defenders.

YP - you KNOW a pellet is regurgitated. It goes nowhere near an anus.

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

I love your theory about the passengers!