Four or five days ago Mary and I were sitting on the second story deck at our house when I spied what looked like a new species of owl in a tree across the parking lot. I went and got my camera and took this long range shot of the owl.
From the deck it looked larger and puffier than the burrowing ground owls we often see along the hillside, so I went out to see if I could get a better look. I climbed up the stairs alongside Jacinto’s house to get a better angle.
Come on, little guy, just turn around a bit.
Finally, as I got even higher up the stairs, he turned to look directly at me.
No. Not a new species, just a burrowing ground owl puffing up his or her feathers against the morning breeze.
But, surely the sounds we heard the next morning were not from a bird common to our yard! It sounded like a chicken was right outside our door. And, lo and behold…
There she was, pecking away and making a bit of noise. She did not seem to be afraid of me and came closer for some pictures.
With all of the noise she was making, I wondered how long it would take for the resident feline patrol party of Bonnie and Clyde to come to investigate. The hen walked around the yard toward the pool, so I retreated down behind the house. Sure enough, the sibling gatos were heading toward the new intruder.
The hen nonchalantly strutted about inspecting the patio area.
We have blue reflective glass on most of our windows and the chicken was a bit perplexed at seeing her own image in the glass.
Mary got some stale raisin bran cereal and sprinkled some out for our visitor.
I knew Bonnie and Clyde would be arriving on the scene soon, so I laid down in the patio doorway to get some chicken’s eye views of the meeting.
Neither of the cats seemed too interested in the chicken. In fact they both took turns ambling over to sample the raisin bran.
Clyde was not too impressed with the cereal or the guest and proceeded to lay down for a nap.
Bonnie seemed to like the cereal, but kept an ever watchful eye out on the chicken.
Unphased, the chicken continued her inspection of the patio area.
Maybe it is only funny to me, but don’t you think it is odd that the chicken finally settled down under our barbecue?
We think the chicken belongs to Lolita’s family down the road, but she seemed content to stay around our yard for a few days. Neither Mary nor I have seen her around today, so hopefully she made it safely back to her home. However, she and any other avian visitors are always welcome to stop in again.
Owls, Chickens, and Cats, living in harmony here where…
Life is good in Ecuador!