wild animals
Animals the way nature intended it; explore the world of wild animals and the controversies surrounding domestication and hunting of feral beasts.
Olivia's Story Part One
The haunting screech of the female barn owl had drawn Samantha outside. She watched as the heart faced owl swooped silently and swiftly out of the barn loft. Samantha couldn't help but smile as she watched the owl effortlessly glide over the meadow on the hunt for mice and other small rodents. She was so focused on the beautiful bird that she didn't realize her uncle and his girlfriend had pulled up beside the farm house until their raised voices frew her attention. Charlene screamed at her uncle, "I don't give a damn anymore! Flirt with whoever you want, dance with whoever you want to you drunk fool. I'm DONE dealing with your ass." "Get back here!" slurred her Uncle Lenny as he stumbled around the front end of his supped up fire engine red Ford F150 pick up truck. His feet got tripped up on each other as he was stumbling towards the house and he fell flat on his face. Samantha rushed forward to help him back up as Charlene just stood on the porch laughing at him. "Leave me alone," Lenny angrily slurred as he struggled to his feet. Charlene just turned on her heel and went into the house leaving Samantha to deal with the drunken mess that was her Uncle Lenny. She shook her head as she lifted her Uncle up by pulling him up by his left arm.
By Jamie Lynn Price5 years ago in Petlife
Fowl Play
“And and,” Brynn's young voice said over her family’s hushed table, “the T-rex would eat ANY of us in one bite!" "Really?!" Her father said, lifting his fork for Brynn to see, "Well how would it reach its fork with its tiny arms?" He stabbed the utensil into the vegetable on his plate, brought it to his mouth and extracted the fork, baring his teeth as he chewed, growling like what Brynn knew was an attempt at a dinosaur.
By Jesse Erickson5 years ago in Petlife
Adventures with Orgone
A caged barn owl, I pondered. What sense does that make? Growing up I dreamed of being an owl because they seemed so wise and free. They didn’t need materials to define their identity. They were on their own schedule. Sleeping when most are awake and feasting at night when most least expect it. I’d hear their hoots from a far, and If I was lucky, I’d find the culprit. So much mystery- too much to be locked away and stripped of their game with prey. Maybe it was my love for them that brought me here. Or maybe she cried out to me hoping I’d set her free.
By Tierra Idelis 5 years ago in Petlife
To Save an Owl
Flurries of snow falling from the frozen, dead tree branches barely shock the pure white barn owl that simply shook off the the snow before flying off of the rock it had perched on with a rather large rat trapped in it's talons, long since dead from the attack the owl made. Sounds of hungry and cold chirping come from inside of the roof of a barnhouse as the bird lands in front of the nest. One by one mushed up rat meat is given to the young birds while their mother nudges more twigs and hay into the nest, attempting to warm it during the cold weather, before covering the owlets with her feathers.
By Taylor Hemphill5 years ago in Petlife
The Barn Owl
The sun had already set as the moon started to take control of the sky, As she lay there in her bed reading a book as she always does before bed, she hears a strange sound. A sound she has never heard before in her 10 years of living in the desert. It sounds like ‘ whooo, wwww’ almost sounds like a human voice getting caught in the wind. She puts her book down to listen more intently hoping the sound reappears. A few minutes go by and again she hears “whoo-whoo ww” . “It is an owl!” she says aloud as she thrusts her book down against the bed. So excited by the sound she accidentally closes her book without a bookmark, losing her place in the book. 10 years ago, Sarah moved out to the desert. I am talking way west. Where it’s just you and hundreds of miles of nothing. Cactuses and a few buzzards hunting for lizards, woodpeckers pecking cactuses for a drop of water. Sarah moved to the desert to get away from society. She needed a place to clear her mind and reset her soul. She decided to pick a place that would keep her 100 miles away from a human. She also loved chasing the weather and watching the weather so what better place to watch Lightening strike the ground over and over again. The even better part is that she did not have to share this magical view with anyone. It was as if the Gods had created this magical ongoing art exhibit just for her. She felt in tune with the universe and herself in the desert. As time went on, she grew to love the solitude and beauty so she decided to cut all ties with everyone she knew and stay out there in the middle of nowhere. Just the big sky and vast sand slash red dirt wonderland. She was set in her routines, even though she was freer than she had ever been before, she was still human and human nature always wins. She woke up at the same time every day, watched the sunrise, and ate breakfast looking out into the desert. Yoga, coffee, art, lunch, walk, meditate, eat, lay in bed, and read a book as the sun goes down. Nothing too out of the ordinary and certainly predictable. Sarah even knew what the buzzards and woodpeckers sounded like, what the crickets sounded like, and exactly what time they would chime in with their lovely “suns going down” melody. So to hear an owl after 10 years of never having heard an owl. She was surprised, to say the least and most excited to have something new introduced to her routine. She immediately went to her very extensive library to see if she had any books on owls. “Ah-ha!” She exclaims. She of course had 2 books on owls. After skimming both of them she was able to identify what kind of owl it was based on the “who’s” it made. A Barn Owl. “but how would a barn owl get all the way out here?” she thought to herself as she pushed her pointer finger into the bottom of her lip with her other hand on her hip. Deep in thought, she started thinking up all these possibilities. Sarah was always a very analytical person so she would often think through all possible scenarios when trying to find an answer for herself. “Maybe it was someone’s pet and it got out? Maybe I have a neighbor nearby that has a bird rescue or something where he keeps different kinds of birds.. Or maybe it was someone’s pet being transported by plane and it got dropped out of the plain, no that wouldn’t make sense bc the cage would be holding the bird in and would kill the bird on impact.. Hmmm. She thought to herself. I am getting pretty tired with all this new excitement. I should just go to bed and go out looking for it tomorrow. The next day comes and Sarah changes up her usual routine, eats breakfast, and then gets dressed to go exploring hoping to find the owl sleeping on a tall cactus somewhere. If I could just find him, I would get some answers she said aloud into an empty desert while throwing her hands up in the air and then letting them flop to her sides as she slumped her shoulders down and traveled onward. After a few hours of searching the desert, she still hasn’t seen an owl anywhere. Sarah starts to get hungry so she stops to take a break. She unpacks her bag and lays a blanket down on the ground so that she may meditate and then eat the small snack that she packed for herself. Sarah sits down with her legs crossed over, spine up straight and head pointed down with her eyes closed and hands resting on her knees. The typical meditation pose. Meditation was usually Sarah’s favorite part of the day. But not today. She could not focus so she quickly gave up and pulled out her snack, some water, and mixed nuts and seeds. She laid them out onto her blanket on top of the plastic bag she brought them in. She took a big drink of water out of her water bottle and then started picking at her seeds and nuts like a bird would do. Eating them one by one she hears a loud flapping noise and as she looks down at her nuts to grab the next bite she sees a very large shadow consume her entire blanket. Frightened by the alarming shadow she quickly tries to look up to see what or whom the large shadow belongs to. However, it all happens so fast that she cannot raise her head in time. Within a split second, there is a large owl sitting on her shoulder. With his large talons gripping her shoulder very tightly. Sarah feels fear and excitement at the same time. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh she says aloud in a very low voice to keep from scaring off the owl. She sits perfectly still trying to think of what she should do. The owl is very heavy so she knows she can’t sit perfectly still for much longer so she must think of something she can do that won’t scare off the beautiful mysterious bird. About that time, the owl hops off of her shoulder and onto Sarah’s blanket. He starts helping himself to Sarah’s trail mix. She smiles and says to the bird with a sigh of relief, “ you are hungry aren’t you? How did you get all the way out here? Don’t worry, help yourself. I’ve got plenty more trail mix at home. Here do you want some water?” Sarah then pours some water out of her water bottle into her hand and keeps her hand cupped like a bowl filled with water. The bird shows no interest in her hand full of water. He continues to pick at the trail mix. She pours out the water and continues to talk to the owl. “ I wonder if you have an owner somewhere worried sick about you? Or are you like me? Just a lost soul looking for some solitude somewhere new?”
By Jessica Silverthorn5 years ago in Petlife
Juniper: The Little Warrior
Just as she feared, her sister’s condition is worse… much worse than this morning. Juniper steps into the cave with the noon’s sunlight pouring in through the entrance. Juniper joins her two other siblings in the cave, who have been watching the youngest one. Juniper is still dressed from her morning hunt, and still armed with her wooden pike. Juniper enters the cave to tend to the youngest sister, Daffodil.
By Bradley Paul5 years ago in Petlife
Joe Lwomai
This was one of the nice days after two weeks of rain, first night dry, the air was so fresh. Joe Lwomai was writing his story about The Greek goddess Athena. His mind warmed up with Athena's care, great change of winds, and helpful people and situation in difficult moments. Living in the countryside, just 100 yards from an old and mighty forest. Joe often walking there after reading some of the great heroic scripts about Athenas and her wisdom that she uses to help her followers. He had read a pile of available related tales. That day after two weeks of reading and writing as the wheater eventually got better Joe decided to go for a walk. He dresses up, picks up his trail backpack. Inside laser torch, wireline of 10 meters, scissors, and cutters, glows, hat, thermal rug-bag, some bandages, extra power cell bank, and PowerBar snack, bottle with filter. He already in the past has had strange times where his unplanned trip turns up into a rescue mission. Knowing life can be challenging he learns to have with him a few handy stuff, particularly after such a rainy day that was. Ready and able to embark on his night journey he heard unusual sounds, some like faraway cry and just a moment later like soft sing somewhere near the bay. Those sounds puzzle the mind of young adventurers. Well equipped he moved out to see what it was this sound far away. Fields slowly turn in to the lesser forest, and bigger and older. With every step more and more in darkness and every time so often sad cry from far away and soft thrilling near the bay. Such trips were his favorite trips but this sound was something completely new to him, so Joe decided to check out what it is, or more like who it is as he was slowly remembering who could make such sound. After a long walk, the sound gets louder and louder, ups and downs, places were wet, trails were very slippy, but the same all feel so fresh, so great. Joe was really positively surprised and so very glad for this decision and so puzzled, he was suspecting who is behind sad cry, most likely it was dear bull but more than who he was disturbed with why is he crying like this. A soft bit like turkey bit like a magpie bird, there was something familiar in this sound but what exactly he was unsure, so he follows the cry in the forest contemplating soft sing. Joe was relatively new to the countryside, born in the city, growing up in books and tv shows, at the age of 33 changing his path to become writer painter, sales his lovely flat house, and buying a wooden but very modern cabin. Generally, the world he knows is the world from books, he has had an occurrence where on one of the trips he finds snares, wolf teeth. In the area lives quite a few valuable species and there are some rangers living somewhat 20 miles away. In all these lights this sad cry breaking the silence of the night. Step by step Joe knows he gets closer to the place. Wet and muddy, the darkness of the forest, coldness where each life like a shadow is and is not visible, visual, participating, or just is. Joe reached the hill at the opening of Valley of Dreads. In the middle of the Valley is a great lake that reflects the moonlight on to valley slopes. In the valley lives wolfs, bears, badgers, bears, moose, and many others. It is a relatively extensive landscape, all somewhat about 300 square miles of forest and grass, for wild horses, with rivers and yes, this beautiful lake where Joe discover eventually that a unique withe stag got trapped in a hole caused out of water washed out soft soil. The bull was more than half body in a batch of water. Joe knowing the case could begin to render assistance, checked his position with GPS, then sent information with location, picturing issue to rangers, and friendly veterinary service. Within one-hour rescue team show up with all the needed equipment, the action was preciseness and swift like a surgical incision, within thirty minutes bull walk away free. The place was covered with bio-insolation so none would be stuck in that hole. Everyone was congratulating each other on the well-completed job when and barn owl has sited on a tree near the cars and sing, and then Joe learned who was the second friend of that night after a rainy day.
By Alex Blake5 years ago in Petlife
