Good story.
So here i am bouncing along a dirt road that cuts through the gamelands. Nobody around for miles and I've gt the window down. It's a beautiful spring day. I see something just standing there on the side and slow down.
It's a huge owl! The one wing just doesn't look right and it can't fly.
I'm thinking...."You're in luck little buddy!" I've got a friend right down the road that runs the raptor/wildlife rehab place and she lives not 10 miles from here!
So I go behind my seat and find a quilted flannel shirt to wrap him up in, figuring I'll just stow him on the passenger side on the floor.
See where this is going? anyone?...........anyone?.........
I go to wrap this little dude up and it goes absolutely ballistic on me! The hissing and the noises this thing made were demonic!
I try a few more times, but this time I realize there's no way this thing is going up front with me, it's a ride in the back for you.
I get the shirt over him and the thing goes bonkers. At one point it came at me hissing so loud I jumped back and fell down the bank with this demon owl wearing a flannel shirt coming after me.
After about 15 minutes of this, I decided that coyotes and foxes have to eat too, and left. I did call in to the rehab place and tell them where it was, but I left out the details of a grown man being run off by a flannel clad owl.