So Gail B. and I are hangin out with a family of burrowing owls, y'know enjoying life, every second! We all know the effort and the great satisfaction when you are at the "right place at the right time" until... Nirvana is broken by a monotonous hum. Lawnmower, nope, duuuhh Rone. The other owls dove into their burrow, and these three stood frozen for a few more seconds, gazing up at the "predator". My heart sunk for the fright they all showed and I needed to tame my protective instinct to smash the stupid whiny remote drone that kept buzzing above our heads. Earlier in the day we both experienced a pick up truck with an idiot who saw us glued to our cameras and decided to pound his fist on the outside of his door to disturb the owls and Gail and I. Lastly, i remember the woman who was walking her dog and navigated to literally three feet in front of us while Fifi took care of her business... Anyway, sorry for the rant but here are the burrowing owls, wondering what predator they were going to encounter.
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