My life has somehow started to revolve around owl pellets. The Girl took hers in to 'share' at school the other day, and everyone was wild for them so her teacher asked if I could get hold of some more to use in a science class. I thought Five Rivers would have scads of the things, but they could only sell me five. BUT they gave me the name of their supplier.
So, I looked up Pellets, Inc. Wow - a whole business devoted to supplying owl pellets! I though it was all a bit of a joke at first, then I found myself reading the 'About Us' section of their website and was completely moved by the passion and sincerity of this enterprise. I'm a sucker for anyone who has found their passion in life.
Though maybe I'm just a sucker. Maybe this Pellets guy really runs a barn owl battery farm, feeding the owls on the produce of his vole cloning factory. How would I know? He lives in Washington State, I can hardly just drop in and check.
Is it better in this world to have a trusting heart or a cynical soul? Discuss.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Nocturnal antics
Life is full of surprises. We didn't set out to dissect owl pellets with our bare hands today, but somehow that's what we found ourselves doing.
The sun was shining, so the Man, the Girl and I had gone down to Five Rivers for a little hike. We managed the hike, though it was more of a squelch-and-slide. The snow has been alternately melting and refreezing, so where the ground wasn't boggy it was lethally icey.
When we got to the visitor centre we found we were just in time for the start of a talk on nocturnal creatures. We learnt about the habits of racoons and flying squirrels and owls, and in particular how owls eat their prey. They grind them up in their crop, swallow what they can digest and cough up the remaining bones, fur or feathers in a pellet. At this point the instructor presented us all with owl pellets, individually wrapped in silver foil like rather unappetising Easter eggs.
I found the remains of some sort of rodent in mine. The Girl picked through hers with gusto and identified a vole. She has brought another pellet home to examine later in her basement science lab.
The Boy, meanwhile, had been out all afternoon with his buddy, playing mini-golf and rollerskating. The buddy has ended up at our house for a sleepover, and the Girl also has a friend to stay tonight, so I'll leave you to imagine just how restful that scenario is turning out to be.
The sun was shining, so the Man, the Girl and I had gone down to Five Rivers for a little hike. We managed the hike, though it was more of a squelch-and-slide. The snow has been alternately melting and refreezing, so where the ground wasn't boggy it was lethally icey.When we got to the visitor centre we found we were just in time for the start of a talk on nocturnal creatures. We learnt about the habits of racoons and flying squirrels and owls, and in particular how owls eat their prey. They grind them up in their crop, swallow what they can digest and cough up the remaining bones, fur or feathers in a pellet. At this point the instructor presented us all with owl pellets, individually wrapped in silver foil like rather unappetising Easter eggs.
I found the remains of some sort of rodent in mine. The Girl picked through hers with gusto and identified a vole. She has brought another pellet home to examine later in her basement science lab. The Boy, meanwhile, had been out all afternoon with his buddy, playing mini-golf and rollerskating. The buddy has ended up at our house for a sleepover, and the Girl also has a friend to stay tonight, so I'll leave you to imagine just how restful that scenario is turning out to be.
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