A friend visited me early Sunday morning asking for help with a wildlife problem. An owl attacked his family members three times in as many days. The attack on his wife left a small laceration on her head.
On arrival at his home, the owl was well camouflaged in a nearby mango tree, observing us. Because of the direction of the shot, I decided to chase it out of the tree with stones. It flew away. A one hour wait, and still no owl. When I returned home, I got a call that the owl had returned. I could not, at least not at that moment.
The next morning I woke my shooting partner, Dave, and we headed over to my friends home to exterminate the owl. Again, the predator flew away. This time I decided not to wait. As we were exiting the gate, my friend’s wife shouted that the owl was back. This time on the plum tree, to the back of the house. Without hesitation, Dave shot the owl dead. It was brown and grey. No pics to share though. After some online research, it appears that it is the Ferruginous Pygmy-owl (Glaucidium brasilianum).
Caribbean born husband, father. Trying to raise healthy family in an increasingly complex and unhealthy world. Would like to equip my children with old values and skills coupled with new technology so they can be prepared for whatever life throws at them.
Dealing with our country's predatory, archaic, colonial laws against individual rights to own and bear arms can be frustrating, especially when criminals can obtain illegal guns so easily. We love shooting, and air guns are easier to buy, own and maintain than firearms.
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