wild animals
Animals the way nature intended it; explore the world of wild animals and the controversies surrounding domestication and hunting of feral beasts.
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. 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. I was always an adventurous girl, but even I was stunned that I was trekking through the woods alone at night. It was as if something was calling me; a call that I couldn’t ignore. An hour passed and I was covered in dirt and twigs. This area was unfamiliar to me, but my swift and sure moves said otherwise. In all this darkness, shined a light. Suddenly, I knew that was my beacon. There was a window to a house I’d never seen before. I had no idea where I was or whose land I was trespassing on. I didn’t care; I followed my gut. I looked in and big, beautiful eyes pierced through me. The fire behind them set a flame to my heart.
By Tierra Idelis 5 years ago in Petlife
Everyone Can Save the Bees
Unless you have been living under a bridge, and if you have please share with me how it's going as I have often considered moving to that less domestic lifestyle, you know that bees are not only our life source, but that they are very much in danger.
By Amberlisa Aufdemberge-Shearer5 years ago in Petlife
The Barn Owl
Streaks of light beam from the horizon over a forest of deep green trees, the sun radiating the last of its’ warmth and brightest of its’ light for the day. Deep below the horizon and the canopy of branches and greenery, a six week old baby squirrel sits on the ground atop the soft soil and decaying foliage. Barely having opened its’ eyes for the first time two weeks earlier, the squirrel enjoys indulging its’ curiosity of the terrain outside of the nest for the first time. As the young squirrel looks around searching for anything that catches its’ attention, it hears the chirps of other squirrels sounding off from every direction throughout the forest. Suddenly something catches the little squirrels’ eye, a small piece of a broken acorn. Curious, the squirrel excitedly scampers over to it and pokes at it with its’ little paws. After a few moments, the squirrel picks it up and takes a tiny bite of the fibrous substance layering the inside. It happily emits a squeak after the first bight, never having tasted anything like it before yet somehow feeling as if it was an incredibly familiar flavor. The young squirrel gleefully begins nibbling at the remainder of the acorn.
By Chris Lora5 years ago in Petlife
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
