Hoo Are You?

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo. The Disneyfication of Britain is complete. They are now trying to rescue plastic owls. No, really, they are.

Perhaps it was the startled look on its face. Or maybe the fact it was frozen with fear.
But when an RSPCA officer was called out to investigate an owl that had been perched on a telegraph pole for days, she was so concerned she called the fire brigade.
It was only as a crew were about to deploy their aerial platform ladder to pluck the poor bird to safety that residents realised what was happening and rushed over to tell them it was a plastic decoy.

The residents of the neighborhood are having a pretty good laugh at the expense of the RSPCA and the local fire brigade. The really stupid part of this story? This gem:

Spokeswoman Klare Kennett said: ‘It is not the first time we have been called to rescue an animal that isn’t real but we’d rather be safe than sorry.’

A number of years ago, I was called to take some pictures of a snowy owl that had taken up residence for a time at a plant I was working at. Obviously, I had to take the pictures during the day. So I went out with my longest telephoto lens on my Nikon 35mm camera and tried to get a good shot of this bird who had perched on a light pole. I tried from a number of different places around the site, But just could not get one that I thought would be good enough. I finally went outside the fenced area and up a hill and got a good vantage point. Those shots came out. (The others were, as I had suspected they would be, not very good.) This whole process probably took the better part of an hour and a half, maybe a bit more.

And that owl never once moved. Nary a twitch. Remember, I was shooting in daylight.

I’m pretty sure that owl was asleep.

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4 Responses to Hoo Are You?

  1. feeblemind says:

    RSPCA owl story sounds like the basis for a Monty Python skit.

  2. Gaius says:

    He’s not an ex-owl, he’s a never-was owl.

  3. Ropelight says:

    It can happen, ya get fooled.

    Years ago I was in a canoe with my brother paddling along in well defined canals in Morro Bay, CA. The wetlands are rather broad, somewhat isolated, and offer an ideal stop-over for migratory waterfowl.

    As we approached a small gathering of ducks, inexplicably they allowed us to get closer and closer. It was about then the disembodied voice of an angry and impatient duck hunter ordered us to get the hell away from his decoys. We did and I couldn’t look him in the eye.

  4. Bleepless says:

    I remember reading about Britain going bankrupt and being auctioned off to the highest bidder. It was Disney, who turned it into the United Magic Kingdom.