AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

[phosfate]

So, crappy night. The bus ticket thing ate my 30-day pass. The driver helpfully told me to "Call the office." I'm nearly run over by another bus when I'm in the crosswalk. So I'm now Queen of Sullen and really not in the mood for anything except maybe a limesicle and some Pokemon White (no offense). I walk up the drive to the back door, and something catches my eye and I look up and there's some kind of GIANT FUCKING REDPANDA HELLCAT THING --


"S'up."

--sitting in the robins' old nest on top of the lamp. Which I haven't cleaned out because the robins may come back and need a place to crash, and I have no problem with them as long as they don't go for the eyes. Which sometimes they do but I've learned to keep the storm door between me and them when I have to take the garbage out. ANYWAY, it's an owl.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHoh I'm so sorry," I said. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Hi."
It looked at me.
"How's it going? I live here. Well, inside. It's nice to see you."
It turned its head, and delicately barfed up what appeared to be a very large Milk Dud.
"Thanks for that. Anyway, I hope I didn't scare you. What, did you eat something and now you're digesting, or...?"
It looked back at me.
"None of my business, really." I pulled out my phone, slowly. "I don't know much about owls. I'm just gonna take your picture if that's okay. Thanks. Stay as long as you like. I'm going in now."
It looked at me more.
"I'm Ann, by the way." I opened the door.
Apparently owls do not like doors, and it flew off toward Edie's house.
"Aw, goddammit!"
Disappointed, I stumble in with my bag and phone and giant-ass parka, and the phone's ringing. "Cock! Cock! Cock! Hello?"
"Hi! This is Congressman Jeff Fortenberry, and I'd like to invite you to a telephone Town Hall Meeting--"
"GET BENT, FORTENBERRY!"
But it was only a recording.
I hope the owl comes back.

Comments

[hawkmoth.livejournal.com]

OMG, an owl RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR DOOR!

That is like way cool in a way. But what if it had gotten into the house?

Remember we had those tall piney shrub-trees at the front corners of the house? (Or you may not...) One we had to cut down for a reason I've since forgotten. The one by the driveway was a fave nesting place for robins and therefore I could never do any gardening or planting till they was done raising the babies because they would go NUTS and fly out of the branches in attack mode. And then one year I was doing some gardening and a dead baby robin fell out of the tree right in front of me and I yelled so loud the neighbor guy almost came running.

That tree is gone now too.

As is the point of this comment.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Well, even if he knows where the magnetic key cache is, I don't think he can hold the storm door open and work the deadbolt.

Fuckin' robins, man, I dunno.

The worst was when I had to pry a dead blue jay out of Tasha's mouth. "Aw, c'monnnnnnnn, when am I ever gonna get to carry around a blue jay again? I HATE YOU YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOTHER!" Then it turned out it wasn't dead, but it was too stupid to leave.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeeuuuugh! Oh, gross. GROSS!

[swankyfunk.livejournal.com]

I hope the owl comes back, too! Sounds like you need an owl in your life.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I would not mind having an owl around. If nothing else, it would piss off the squirrels.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

They'd be constantly looking over their shoulders.

Moonshadow has gotten close enough to get her claws in the hindquarters of a squirrel, but never has actually caught one. Those and snakes provide endless entertainment, though.

And the lone mouse she caught.

[ymfaery]

..so does that mean the owl has a new hunting ground, or do owls not eat smaller birds? >.>a

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

No idea. He might be passing through. The robins haven't been t'home since summer, when their screeching offspring hatched and floundered away.

[dr-tectonic.livejournal.com]

WOL!

Awesome. :D

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I could put that in sticky letters on the light. It could go with the DON'T PANIC sign on the back door.

[aberrant1.livejournal.com]

Yay, screech owl! I NEVER see those out in daylight.

They make some of the creepiest sounds ever, so if it sounds like alien ghosts are invading your backyard, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it's probably just the owl.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I think I've heard him (or his cousins) in the neighbors' pine trees. If it's the same one, his name is actualy "Shut up you fucker it's Saturday morning shut up shut up shut up."

[aberrant1.livejournal.com]

Hard to tell, it's a very common name among owls. Kind of like Smith.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I also didn't know they came in red. He's like Fashion Owl.

[kaitou1412.livejournal.com]

OMG, did it deliver your letter to Hogwarts?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna have to take the flashlight out and look for the puke nugget, aren't I? Crap.

[goddessdster.livejournal.com]

A giant barn owl used to scare the shit out of me on a regular basis just by looking at me. I respected the hell out of it for that.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I'm always expecting to find something like a burnt Grey's corpse, a talking pony, or a beeping experimental chrono-probe. This was totally outside my experience.

[jeff-morris.livejournal.com]

God, you're getting those Town Hall Meeting calls too? Apparently I got one while I was in St. Louis and the damned thing connected me anyway.

Owls. Way cool.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

"WE KNOW YOU'RE THERE, JEFF. DON'T MAKE THIS HARDER THAN IT HAS TO BE."

Owls!

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

"WE KNOW YOU'RE THERE, JEFF. DON'T MAKE THIS HARDER THAN IT HAS TO BE."

<SNORT>

They called me, too, the fuckers. For fucking Santorum. I wanted to pick up and laugh derisively at them, but it was a goddamned robo-call.

[txvoodoo.livejournal.com]

OMG OWL.

[nitasee.livejournal.com]

OWL!!!

I like owls. All I have is a pair of mourning doves nested in the eaves of my apartment...right by my bedroom. Every morning those fuckers (literally, I suspect) are cooing their pea-sized brains out on my bedroom window sill. It's a wonder I haven't thrown a alarm clock at them. (Or maybe it's because I would have to pay damages to the landlord.)

[aldenmacrae.livejournal.com]

It turned its head, and delicately barfed up what appeared to be a very large Milk Dud.


This caused me to IRL LOL, I will have you know.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

It was so strange. Like the sort of vending machine you'd find on Mt Olympus.