Wow! That’s quite a story! I had a Siamese cat once, but her mousing abilities were nil, to say the least.

LOL What a great story!!
It reminds me of my Grandpa ‘Piff’ Miller. :-}

I believe that I need to go read this book as I was captivated by your sharing of one of the pieces, but I’m sure much of that was the story-teller herself:)

I had to laugh, just imagine those owls! Thanks for sharing your wonderful sense of humor.

Yes, yes, yes, I definatelly prefer my feline to that!

When you consider all the regulations in schools today — I don’t believe they would be able to handle a boy and his owl!

What a story – thanks!

Great Horned Owls do actually consider skunks to be prey. And since most birds (with the exception of vulture-types) don’t have much (if any) sense of smell, skunks are just another source of food.

Which, in wildlife rehab, makes GH Owls rather…icky…to deal with if they have recently eaten such a meal. Doors open, fans blowing…not much help in dissipating the aroma.

I love it! I mean, since I don’t have pet owls, it’s funny…

EEEEWWWW!!!!

What a great story!!! I never would have thought about such a chain though: skunks making owls go crazy… lol

Yikes! But what a story to tell!

Hoping your improvement is still steady. . .hugs!

Wonderful story! Farley Mowat is awesome.

(and Canadian, she says, full of reflected glory ;))

You stinker, you! So happy that you are taking supreme care of yourself, and have the energy to share some of your delight with us. Promise you’ll still take it easy for several more days after you think you can handle more.

I’ll stick with the cats, thanks. Although years ago my SassyFrass decided to investigate a skunk in the yard instead of coming in when called. I learned that night that skunk spray is rather viscous. ’nuff said…

Oh, I LOVED Farley Mowat’s books when I was a kid. Delightful stuff . . . I should reread them.

Love it! And now I’m wondering about Siamese after Don’s comment- the last mouse our cat encountered was only in danger if he had a weak heart. The cat followed it around, fascinated, purring thunderously and occasionally patting it gently, as if to confirm there weren’t any strings. She was quite disappointed when it disappeared under a heating register and didn’t come out again. We pictured the mouse getting back to its brethren in the basement and panting, “Oh boy! You’ll never believe what just happened to me!”