Howdy folks, I wanted to tell you about something extremely cool I just saw on my morning walk (cut both my feet in separate barefoot escapades in the last few days, so it was a slow five miles).
Approaching Sandgate on the cycle/walking path today, there’s a commotion overhead and I look up to see a crow pursued by a bunch of (aptly named) noisy miners — these highly social and very rowdy little birds that network constantly to expel intruders. The crow is making its pissed-off GRAWWWK, GRAWWWK but is otherwise unfazed — because it is focused on its pursuit of an owl, a white owl, flapping determinedly towards the presumed safety of a clump of eucalypts.
It’s the most incredible sight. I’ve never even seen an owl at night in suburban Brisbane — there are frogmouths, but they’re technically nightjars. And this one is white, and flapping overhead in broad daylight. I start thinking I must have been seeing things. My camera is in my hand but there was no time to squeeze off a shot. A bit later a quick check on the iPhone reveals that we do indeed have masked owls here in Brisbane — with white bellies and faces:
An incredibly lucky sighting — let’s hope the owl had the same luck. Presumably that bully crow had flushed it out of its treetop hollow.
And then I start thinking that maybe an owl sighting in the daylight could be a terrible omen. A useful site tells me that in Scotland, anyway, this would be very bad luck indeed. I don’t know, though — I feel pretty fortunate.
~ And that’s all the Goat wrote