||[Jun. 22nd, 2016|09:30 am]
So Ben and I are in the guest room/office this morning, and I'm like, "Man, this carpet is even dirtier than I thought. I'm going to vaccuum this right now." I go to roll the suitcase Ben had gotten out to play with back into the closet, and as I'm looking at the floor in there, I'm thinking, "Wait, is that...blood—"|
And then this guy flies out at me and lands on the door frame across the room.
Surprise-9am-screech-owl in the closet! GOOD MORNING.
With the help of our trusty salad-spinner bowl once again, I got the owl back outside. It looked a little shaken and kept poofing up and clicking its beak at me, but it seemed able to fly away just fine.
There weren't too many stray feathers around, and only a couple drops of blood on the carpet—our best theory right now is that Baxter got a lucky grip on this thing last night, brought it inside, and then realized he was in waaay over his head. So not much of a fight. Which is great! Injured blue jays give me enough anguish, I might have just had to call a wildlife-rehabilitation-person for an injured juvenile owl.
In other news, Baxter is getting a collar with a bell on it today.