Molly The Owl
Friday, April 16th, 2010
I became an owlaholic about a month ago, when the first eggs hatched. Molly takes care of her 4 four chicks in a man-made owl box roughly the size of two shoeboxes. Carlos, the gentleman who built the box also installed day and night cameras. The cameras are on 24/7 and the feed flows directly to upstream – this is reality TV. You cannot believe it.
Molly once ate an entire rabbit in one gulp. Yes, you read me right, one gulp. McGee, the male only shows up at night and he is the provider…mice, rabbits, moles, whatever – if it’s moving, fair game. Like clock-work, after nightfall he shows up, drops the food, occasionally hops on Molly for all of 5 seconds and is gone. Slam, bam, thank you Molly. Then the show really begins, with all the hungry mouths, feathers flying and frustrated squawking, I am hooked.
There is something soothing about quietly witnessing this cycle of life. Molly didn’t need to read any books. McGee shows up. He doesn’t require post-its to remember to bring supper – he’s bringing supper, lots of it, all night.
Simple, keep it simple.







