My run in with the 'wise'

Last night was quite the experience. I took Nordy on her daily walk. We have about three different rotations we take when we walk, and this one in particular was the scenic route, averaging about 2.5 miles. It was the perfect evening, sun was setting, and the weather was just warm enough to enjoy. Once we hit the 1.5 mile mark near a park by our house I felt a thud on my head, as if a brick from a house fell on me or someone was punching me upside the head. I'm sad to admit I acted like a wuss, rubbed my hand on my head and looked for what the heck just happened. I saw an owl. Staring at me. Stalking me. He flew away from the scene and onto a street sign. We made eye contact, and I'm pretty sure I growled. Well, what's a girl to do at that point? I continued my walk... and within a one minute span, thud! It was an extra powerful one this time, I looked up and saw the same friggin' owl. He head butted me TWICE. Thankfully, this time I had a witness who ran to me and asked if I was okay. He was a Good Samaritan. I just yelled, "RUN"...and then I sprinted the whole way home. [which by the way, that's stupidly embarassing, and I hope I never run into the good Samaritan again]

Conclusion: I really do not like owls, and it's likely the next time I see one of 'em I'll pee my pants.

I did a little research on this little jerkface and here's what I found: He's a burrowing owl that nests in holes excavated by prairie dogs. He hunts at dusk for squirrels. I think he thought Nordy was a squirrel and my noggin kept interfering. Lastly, I'm not positive it's a 'he.' It's just easier to refer to my assaulter as a male.

Okay, Happy Friday! And a piece of advice? Be on the lookout for these little boogers this weekend.