ROVING EYES

Small boy meets new friend, great gray owl........

[+ reading list] [- reading list] ROVING EYES A Story by Eagle Cruagh TRUE STORY of an OWL who acted like a human and never said , 'who'.

ROVING EYES
One day, when I was young, my mother and I were out riding our horses northwest of our ranch on Butte Creek. We came down into a draw where there were a lot of trees and brush. As we rode down the draw we noticed a dead owl lying at the foot of a large cottonwood tree. We got off the horses and looked to see the owl had only been dead a short time. While we were looking over the large owl, we heard a screeching sound coming from the large cottonwood and discovered there was some kind of nest up in the tree. My mother climbed that tree and came back down with a baby Great Gray Hoot Owl.

We took the owl home and then tried to figure out what to do with him. We couldn’t turn him loose because his mother was dead. So, we decided to tie a string to one of his legs and the other end to a peg in the ground. Since it was summer time he needed no shelter. But, what would we feed him? My mother had some fresh beef in the house, so we cut small strips of the beef and I held a strip in front of the owl. He opened his mouth so large that all you could see was his mouth. I dropped the strip of beef in to the gaping mouth, he swallowed, and then he continued to screech. Well, he didn’t stop screeching until he had consumed about one pound of beef.

No one in the family could think of a name that fit this little animal, so from the beginning he was only known as "Owley." The morning after finding Owley, the first thing I heard on waking was Owley screeching. I got out my .22 single shot rifle, got on my horse, and went hunting for Owley’s breakfast. Before long I shot a jackrabbit, which I took home and cut into about six pieces. I would hold each piece in front of Owley, he would open his enormous beak, I would drop in the rabbit, and he would gulp it down and open up for more.

That first day I went hunting and shot two rabbits, a gopher, and a couple of nondescript birds. He ate it all. This became my daily routine. I would have some breakfast, then get the rifle and go hunting for Owley. A few hours after he ate, I would check on Owley, and near him I would always find small piles of bones, a few of the larger feathers and small bits of fur. All the rest had gone to make Owley one of the largest owl specimens in the country.

From the beginning I heard all of the usual negative comments about keeping a wild animal, but I was not dissuaded from keeping Owley. Before long, I took the string off Owley`s leg and he would follow me around the yard. Soon he became a fixture on the front porch. We just took him for granted, and he seemed to take for granted that I would supply enough meat to keep him happy.

Within a year Owley had become an enormous owl. He probably stood two feet in height. He was always fat as a little pig because of the great amount of game he ate. Before the summer was over, when I would start out to hunt, I would always discover Owley flying along, slightly behind and to the right of me. He always flew along with me in this same position. As soon as I would shoot small game, he would instantly swoop down and recover it. I would then tie the game to my saddle and when we had the days supply, we would return to the ranch. Only then would Owley eat. If it was small game like a gopher, he would just tear it in two and swallow it. If it was larger, like a jackrabbit, I would cut it in several pieces and leave it on the ground and he would tear it up and swallow it.

Over time, Owley became more and more independent, hunting on his own. But, strangely, he always brought home the mice, gophers and birds that he caught. He would lay the game on the ground by the house and when he got hungry he would start his peculiar screeching until I came and held one of the animals out for him, then he would tear it up and swallow it.

Altogether, Owley was a most enjoyable pet. If he was not around when I came out of the house, I would call, “Owley, Owley, Owley,” and in a couple of minutes, I would hear him screeching off in the woods, then come flying like a bullet and land on my shoulder. Owley developed huge, long talons, but never once did he ever scratch me or hurt me in any way. I always marveled that he could land on my shoulder with such speed and never seem to touch me with his talons.

Some time later, my parents moved to another place, closer to the school. Of course Owley went with us. He never had to be secured in any way. It seems that he always knew that his security was with the family. When school started, Owley went right along with me. Sometimes he wouldn’t be around when I left for school in the morning, but when I came out at recess, he would be waiting. He was a great hit with the other kids, landing on their heads and shoulders. Of course, things hit the fan when one of the parents discovered a mark on one of their little darlings. The teacher then sent a note home to my parents that Owley would have to be restrained and was no longer welcome at school. I guess that was to be expected, so there were no hard feelings. We just built a cage and kept Owley locked up during school hours.

Over time, it became harder and harder for Owley to tolerate his prison life. Before the winter was over, Owley just disappeared. Increasingly, he would be gone for long periods of time and, eventually he didn’t return.

The next summer, one day when I was out in the woods along Butte Creek, I heard a screech, felt a thud, and there was Owley sitting on my shoulder. This was at least ten miles from where I had last seen him. After a nice visit, Owley flew away. I always felt that he had found a mate and was raising a family of his own. Sure enough, the following summer, when I was in the same area, I spotted two giant owls circling high in the sky. I called out, “Owley, Owley, Owley,” and before long, this giant owl, landed in a nearby tree and seemingly screeched out the whole sordid story of owl love and raising an owl family.

For the rest of my life I have always found myself getting teary-eyed, but happy, whenever I saw or heard anything about owls.

----- Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

[A.Lee]

This is really nice! I love the sentimental feeling you get from it. It makes you feel warm inside, in a way. Nicely done.

[Alex Annesty]

I really enjoyed this. It was written with warmth and sincerity, in a style which made it easy to read.

I'm looking forward to reading more of your stuff!

[octane143]

very sweet and sentimental. Thank you for sharing this special moment in your life!

[THE BLACK SEAL]

very beautiful and i liked the reminiscence of it.

[IMOGEAN]

This is a beautiful story. Owley, loved you. When love is felt, it cannot be forgotten.

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The Owl and the Eagle! This is wonderfully rural and raw in terms of the unwritten 'rules of the bush.' Your mother...what a woman! Climbing that Cottonwood tree instinctively smelling trauma. That Owl sounds like he could have put a horse down by the amount of food he put away! Great story very well penned. There is nothing obscure about it and it is in no way cumbersome to read because it flows smoothly to its conclusion. I loved it...
Kudos for an intelligent piece of literature.
Cheers,
Helen.

[THERISA]

Sigh, your story about Owley touched a spot in my heart, which i thought wasn't possible again. Owley reminds me, of the Husky that my parents had. Whom, i named Bandit. He had the deepest blues that you could lose yourself in. Sadly, my parents had to give Bandit up because of my dad's declining health. Thank you for sharing this story with us. Flight free Owley, Flight free.

Therisa

[JC Fox]

That was a sweet story and positively lovely about the owl