This morning as I drove home from the gym in the beautiful fall like air I saw something on the road. I have seen this sight before and knew with a good amount of certainty that the heap of brown and white feathers was the broken body of an Eastern Screech Owl. I have a lot of affection for these rarely seen little stealth fighters mostly because I have some history with them.
I want to build another home and have owls claim it Lord willing.
