ya think Dirt Man likes owl stew or bar-be-que owl. Maybe we ought to send him some
Ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
I'd rather chew on a stick.
Least ya coulda done was pluck the d*mn feathers.
Who knows though... maybe it'd taste like chicken. I'd sooner try owl than groundhog.
We have Great Horned's around here. Rural as it is, with all the muting leaves off the trees, in the deep utter silence of a winter midnight, their hooting carries a long way. There's rarely a night I don't hear one.
They are seriously huge birds. Look at the muscled legs and talons on that thing!
One mile later, all the lights on the dash came on, and she says that the best it could do was 40 mph until it quit!
Somebody needs to take this ditz out behind the barn.
Before she causes to kill somebody.
