The barred owls who live here at PFHQ are so accustomed to our comings and goings, that for the most part, they seem to ignore us.
We are too big to eat, too slow and earthbound to be a threat, and too diurnal to be worth a second 180 degree glance.
Huge oaks crowd up against our house and this brings the owls in, often right at our doorstep.
THAT is the subject of Owlapalooza Part Two, by the way.
They swoop by the living room windows every evening before sundown ... ( "There goes the owl"), and one is calling even now as I type this sentence at 1930 hours.
The subject of this post is a young barred owl who really likes hanging out at the tiny watering hole I installed in the palm forest a few years ago.
This owl is small in stature and fluffy to a fault ... that is why I refer to it as a young owl. Barred owls are BIG birds and this one just seems smaller than normal,.
Plus, it is that time of year for juvenile delinqowls to be hooting and cutting up.
I knew, (as in had a strong hunch), that this owl would be sitting on a low branch near the mini-pond and sure enough, he did not let me down.
In the heat of the day, the shade of the palms and the tall oaks seems to fit the bill for an owl in need of a cool spot.
Plus, you never know when a delicious palmetto bug (aka hideously fat roach) will come crawling out from a fallen sabal palm frond.
Or maybe the leopard frogs that use the mini-pond will forget to duck.
While I was watching the owl, but with camera focused elsewhere, ( you see, there was this armadillo ... ), the owl harfed up this owl pellet.
As soon as it hit the ground, I was on it.
I scooped it up in a bit of pond frond and carried it back to the house to dry out.
I haven't picked through it yet, but there are a bunch of insect parts in there and the more obvious ones look like roach.
After it dries a little more, I will pick it apart and post an update.
I know, I know ... eeeeeuuuuuu.
Man up, you weenies!
Here's a little video of the whole encounter ...
... minus most of the armadillo of course.