Vernon in Virginia~Formerly Alaska
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[size=large] I woke up the other day to another morning of sub zero temperatures and soon found out to my dismay that once again we had frozen water pipe. The water started filling up in the tub while taking a shower and I knew where the freeze was in one of the two 20 foot runs under the house. My gray water line is set up so I can take off any frozen section, bring it in the garage and thaw it out. I tugged on my Carharts, grabbed a flashlight, screw gun and snow shovel to dig my way through the snow to get to the crawl-space under the house. It was still pretty dark outside. I went out the side garage door and as always took a quick look around for moose; nothing will wake you up faster than going out the door and run face to face with a moose!
I started walking toward the back of the house without the flashlight on and noticed what I thought was one of the girls beaver hats lying on the snow and since it was calling for more snow that day, I went over to get it so it would be buried.. I bent forward and started to pick it up... that's when it lifted its head and looked at me with those big round eyes. This huge owl then exploded into my face with a flurry of pounding wings and snow, a snapping screaming beak the size of a hatchback with teeth and at least 14 inch claws! I did a complete back flip while swinging at the beast with my snow shovel yelling some gibberish that was unrecognizable. I think I hit him at least 60 or 70 times... well OK, I missed him... Now you tell me, how in the world do you miss an owl with a snow shovel? I stood there in the on-guard position clutching my snow shovel, with my heart pounding like a drum, as I watched "Rodan" fly off into the night carrying one of my vehicles off. My wife Sharon watched all this from the kitchen window, laughing hysterically with the baby in her arms.... Hey, she wasn't there! Fully awake now, I went on with my mundane chores.
Can't find the owl photo so I'll use this one for dramatization.
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I started walking toward the back of the house without the flashlight on and noticed what I thought was one of the girls beaver hats lying on the snow and since it was calling for more snow that day, I went over to get it so it would be buried.. I bent forward and started to pick it up... that's when it lifted its head and looked at me with those big round eyes. This huge owl then exploded into my face with a flurry of pounding wings and snow, a snapping screaming beak the size of a hatchback with teeth and at least 14 inch claws! I did a complete back flip while swinging at the beast with my snow shovel yelling some gibberish that was unrecognizable. I think I hit him at least 60 or 70 times... well OK, I missed him... Now you tell me, how in the world do you miss an owl with a snow shovel? I stood there in the on-guard position clutching my snow shovel, with my heart pounding like a drum, as I watched "Rodan" fly off into the night carrying one of my vehicles off. My wife Sharon watched all this from the kitchen window, laughing hysterically with the baby in her arms.... Hey, she wasn't there! Fully awake now, I went on with my mundane chores.
Can't find the owl photo so I'll use this one for dramatization.
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