This miniature owl with a fierce visage is the rufous morph of Eastern woodlands. This little fellow rests securely on the gauntlet of a wildlife rehabilitator.
After colliding with a moving vehicle, he suffered brain injury and hasn’t recovered sufficiently to be released into the wild. But he now receives more attention as a celebrity for child and adult wildlife education. More often heard than seen he trills and whinnys to render the night more mysterious, even ominous.
- Should one hear a badger call,
- And then an ullot (owl) cry,
- Make thy peace with God, good soul,
- For shortly thou shalt die.
- From David Naitby (circa 1800)
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