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Just a place for general discussion. A place to unload whats on your mind and talk about anything - personal, health, help needed, achievements, daily highs and daily lows, theories, predictions and what have you.
Does not need to be Q related.
I came home from work one day and two neighbors with their kids were in my driveway looking up into a tree. I was thinking wtf are all these people doing in my driveway!? It was a hawk eating a snake. Pretty cool until part of the snake fell. I waited but hawk didn’t claim it so I had to pick it up. I felt bad for the snake but.. such is life. We have a few red shouldered hawks in my neighborhood. Every morning and evening they’re out calling and you can just walk under streetlights and they don’t seem bothered. They just look at you. I always say “hi hawk” LOL like an idiot but I love them. I feel like it’s a blessing to be in their midst. They’re magnificent.
We used to walk our dog in the middle of the night, because we wanted to let him off the leash and let him run through the park without attacking other people are dogs. You know… Leash laws are important! Anyway there was always these owls, sometimes it be on the ground and they would takeoff, or just be on the lamp post or something. But they would make the noise they do who, who, Whoo Whoo! I would make the noises back. I keep telling people I can talk to animals, and I do! All manner of birds, crows, etc. But especially owls they always talk back to me.
I get it about the dog park at night. My dog is obnoxious. Steals other dog’s balls etc. Such an ass. We have a lot of Bard Owls. They’re the ones that sound like “who cooks for you.” I got swooped one night just walking my dog. I mean...I felt it on my head because they were having a conversation with each other, sounding like aliens and I stopped to get my phone out to record it and... no. Don’t ever do that. LOL.
We're sort of in the woods... A newly-fledged owlet was on one of the paths around the driveway one evening and while one of us was trying to get a photo, our youngest calmly walked up behind it and stroked it lightly. It was surprised but stayed there for a short bit just looking, then it waddled over to a tree and flew-climbed up it in an amazingly agile way. Never got a good pic, but memorable moment nonetheless. He said the feathers were the softest thing he'd ever touched.