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Until this moment I have been forced to listen while media and politicians alike have told me "what Canadians think". In all that time they never once asked.
This is just the voice of an ordinary Canadian yelling back at the radio -
"You don't speak for me."
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Absolutely wonderful! Thank you!
Cute little buggers. The prominent one is fortunate (?) to have siblings, as often the first hatched will kill the next hatchlings to ensure their own bountiful supply of free meals.
A few years back, I found a nest of owls in a high tree quite near to my yard, the four of the fluffy critters overflowing their abode. A few days later a heavy windstorm came through knocking the tree and nest down. The youngsters were unable to fly, so were quite entertaining as they perched on various leaning deadfall. Presenting a finger to them would cause them to erupt into some serious clacking.
As the summer progressed, the youngsters found my yard to be a suitable hangout. At night (sometimes even during the day), they liked to sit on the roof of my garage, under the yardlight and survey the area. Periodically, one would swoop down to the ground and would hop-hop along pursuing its prey- mostly grasshoppers.
All the while, mama and papa kept a watchful eye from a discreet distance from the roof of the barn, but occasionally within their midst. People could learn from owls!!