Fla Flash
11-07-2003, 12:38 PM
Well, it's been a looooong time since he's made an idiot of himself, but it's happened again.
I get a call at work yesterday. The landlady's gone to work and he's in a panic. He has an owl in the house. "What do I do?", he asks.
"Keep it away from my cats," I reply flatly. "I'll be right there. Whatever you do, don't scare it."
I get there(after stopping at home to grab my camera) and sure enough, there's an owl, about 7" tall, sitting on a curtain rod.
"Hey," he says, "you got film in that thing?"
"No," I said. "this is a dress rehearsal. Yes I've film in it."
I got very close (about 18" away) and snapped a picture. The owl appeared okay, wasn't breathing heavy or anything, but just had the dumb luck to fly into the local lunatic asylum. I snap a few more pics and then Gobby wants to take some.
With more than a little reservation, I hand him the camera.
"Quiet now," I told him, "don't spook him."
"Yeah, yeah, you're not the only one who can be stealth-". He trips over the boxfan.
Owl goes and flies off into the living room, Gobbler scrambling to his feet chasing after him. The owl heads for the entertainment center.
"No, don't land there," Gobbler yells.
The top shelf of the center is loaded with ceramic Angels. The landlady collects 'em.
Needless to say, the owl strafes the top shelf with the accuracy of Tom Cruise in Top Gun.
Four angels started to fall. Gobby dives and snags two of 'em, the third one, a heavy solid one falls right on his spine, not broken. The last one drops two feet in front of his face and shatters. Irrepairably. The owl flies into the kitchen.
"Hey dude," I say, trying not to even smirk, "he's on the big pot on top of the stove.
He collects himself and rises, back sore from that one popping him, and creeps into the kitchen. He takes the picture.
I looked at the owl, smiling. I don't know if birds can smile, but I'd swear he was.
As if on cue, the bird leapt off the pot and flew out the back door.
"I'm gonna go feed my cats," I said grabbing the camera. "I'll get these developed this weekend."
I walked down the walkway, took the right and got maybe 50 yards before I broke into hysterical laughter.
I just hope he didn't hear me. <img src=smilies/magbiggrin.gif>
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I get a call at work yesterday. The landlady's gone to work and he's in a panic. He has an owl in the house. "What do I do?", he asks.
"Keep it away from my cats," I reply flatly. "I'll be right there. Whatever you do, don't scare it."
I get there(after stopping at home to grab my camera) and sure enough, there's an owl, about 7" tall, sitting on a curtain rod.
"Hey," he says, "you got film in that thing?"
"No," I said. "this is a dress rehearsal. Yes I've film in it."
I got very close (about 18" away) and snapped a picture. The owl appeared okay, wasn't breathing heavy or anything, but just had the dumb luck to fly into the local lunatic asylum. I snap a few more pics and then Gobby wants to take some.
With more than a little reservation, I hand him the camera.
"Quiet now," I told him, "don't spook him."
"Yeah, yeah, you're not the only one who can be stealth-". He trips over the boxfan.
Owl goes and flies off into the living room, Gobbler scrambling to his feet chasing after him. The owl heads for the entertainment center.
"No, don't land there," Gobbler yells.
The top shelf of the center is loaded with ceramic Angels. The landlady collects 'em.
Needless to say, the owl strafes the top shelf with the accuracy of Tom Cruise in Top Gun.
Four angels started to fall. Gobby dives and snags two of 'em, the third one, a heavy solid one falls right on his spine, not broken. The last one drops two feet in front of his face and shatters. Irrepairably. The owl flies into the kitchen.
"Hey dude," I say, trying not to even smirk, "he's on the big pot on top of the stove.
He collects himself and rises, back sore from that one popping him, and creeps into the kitchen. He takes the picture.
I looked at the owl, smiling. I don't know if birds can smile, but I'd swear he was.
As if on cue, the bird leapt off the pot and flew out the back door.
"I'm gonna go feed my cats," I said grabbing the camera. "I'll get these developed this weekend."
I walked down the walkway, took the right and got maybe 50 yards before I broke into hysterical laughter.
I just hope he didn't hear me. <img src=smilies/magbiggrin.gif>
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