This is Wendy. Or at least that is what we will call her or him. Wendy is a Northern Pygmy Owl who had a little crash into our living room window this afternoon. Husband went into bird rescue action and got Wendy back into form and managed to take a few pictures before letting Wendy fly off. Of course, this wee owl, all 6 or 7" of crankiness, was cursing at him in owl language. Check out those talons and fuzzy legs! We are happy to say that Wendy flew off across the field in what Husband described as a pure Harry Potter moment. Who knew these little fellows lived in our woods!?
Of course we have had other close encounters is birds. Who could forget the duck in the fireplace?