Did they go to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat?
In her nineteen years Weasie had only one encounter with an owl, and it didn't exactly make her happy. 'twas a mild winter night in 1998 when she decided to take a stroll/patrol around the neighborhood while I vegged on the couch reading. Not too long after leaving the house, she was on the front porch yelling for me to let her in - nothing unusual about that. But when I opened the door, she was pacing rapidly across the stoop and glancing nervously toward the utility wires over the sidewalk. Her eyes were almost completely dilated. Something was terrifying her, but what? As soon as she realized she had access into the house, she sprinted through the doorway and didn't stop 'til she reached the kitchen.
Naturally I wondered what had put that fright into her, so I craned my neck past the stoop overhang and saw what looked like an electrically charged bundle of dirty cotton atop the utility wires. Then the upper part of the "cotton" moved, and I was staring into the cold amber eyes of a
snowy owl. 
S/he had gotten scary close to grabbing a whiskered furry snack - and Weasie knew it too.
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