My screech owl buddy is again using it's winter roost box during the day. I didn't get around to cleaning out this summer's starling nest but I know they keep their quarters very clean and so the owl will have soft furnishings to snuggle into during the cold days ahead.
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| My feathered tabby kitten, my winged prince of night. You touch my wintry heart and gift it with delight. |
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| Those feathered eyelids could compete with glitzy show girl blings Yet cute and fluffy as you are, you make your living killing things. |
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| Pyjama legs top little feet with steely, gripping toes Claws that sink and still wee hearts (Jack the Ripper covets those) |
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| I adore you, little hunter, though secrets you won't share. I gaze into your yellow eyes and see disapproval there. Out To Pasture, 2021 |
Nice to think we've reached the darkest part of the season and begin to increase our daylight again. Can't wait to see what drama 2022 awaits. If anything like the past few years, it will be a doozy!!!
