If you have been reading my blog for a while, then you know I have a stalker.
His name is Hootie, and he’s been hanging out on the ranch for several years.
Recently, I spotted him, and decided to do a little stalking of my own.
Look at those killer talons.
Proof an owl really can turn his head backwards.
At this point, his feathers are getting ruffled. If, you know what I mean.
He had enough of me invading his space.
And, here’s where I was attacked. Well, almost attacked.
You all know I’m a drama queen, right?
He was coming right at me.
Man, I’m lucky to be alive.
Ha! Better luck next time, Hootie.