When is a vole not a vole? When it is a small rock!
This morning I had the pleasure of watching a juvenile Great Gray Owl hunt. I was dumbfounded when the owl repeatedly dove to capture a certain rock. However, this bird is still learning to hunt, and I also noticed its landings are not picture perfect. Quite frankly I am not used to watching a Great Gray Owl land on a road.
The final bit of amusement was when the owl disappeared into the forest. For over ten minutes I watched the area into which the bird had disappeared with extreme concentration. When I finally turned around I discovered the owl was toying with me, the human. It had come back out to the road and landed on a tamarack pine less than 10 yards behind me. Who knows how long it had been watching me! LOL!
There not feet, they’re talons!




