Where is my mother? I want to be fed.
Need her soft feathers a-warming my head.
Safe in our nest with her covering us,
We will be quiet and not make a fuss.
When owls eat, they don’t have the best table manners. Unless the animal they are eating is too big, they swallow it whole.
Unlike many other birds, owls (and herons, grebes, cormorants, and several other types) don’t have a crop where they store food before it goes into their stomach. The eaten “food” goes straight into the glandular stomach where enzymes and acids begin the digestion. From there, the “food” passes into the muscular stomach which mushes up the softer parts of the victim, leaving behind only the undigestible parts like the bones, fur, and teeth (or feathers if it was a bird that they ate).
Then hours after the edible parts are liquefied and have passed through, the owl throws up the leftovers. The official way of saying that in “bird study talk” is that it casts a pellet.
Here is a pellet that an owl left behind on top of an upturned aluminum skiff in our back yard.
I got an old pair of tweezers and took the pellet apart to see if I could find the bones.
If you click on the photo, you may be able to get a better look.
To the right of the larger long bones, you can see five tiny claws and below those, I have laid out the very thin long bones that I think might be rib bones.
One piece of fur was not matted together, and I thought it looked like it might have belonged to a rat. Also, I think the long bones are too big for a mouse.
Below the piece of fur at the top of the bone collection, are some of the vertebrae.
Some parts are missing, and they might have passed through the owl, or possibly been part of a second casting. Just guessing here.
I made sure to wash my hands and sterilize the area where I put the bones and fur. If the owl’s meal was a rodent, it might have been carrying some bacteria or viruses.
Some people may find this post gruesome, but I thought it was a fascinating part of nature that we don’t often see.
The squirrel is in the photos of the woodshed. Do you see him in the top left corner just under the edge of the roof? Over the last of the hoses?
It’s herring time again. The seiners are taking turns setting their nets. Seagulls love it when the herring are seined. The fish mill around the ever tightening seine net looking for an escape, but hungry seagull mouths are waiting for them at the surface.
And for those who escape the net or those who are naively swimming around free, thinking that all is well, a surprise is waiting. These sea lions get their fill of herring in between having naps on these floating breakwaters.
Sometimes a nap after a big meal is just the thing.
March will come in like a lion, but who told that lion to keep on roaring? Enough, already!
And here I thought yesterday was bad. It snowed all night and is still snowing. Poor little birds. I hope they can find shelter under the hedges and can survive on the birdseed and suet I’ve put out. The good thing is that under the hedges, they can find bare ground, possibly with a few bugs to supplement the birdseed.
The next danger for the birds comes from the cascades of thawing snow clumps as they slide off the trees and shrubs.