I’ve been staying at my mom’s house for the past week or so, and have fallen in love with the most adorable creatures.
Baby Pygmy owls. ♥
It doesn’t hurt that they eat mice, my least favorite creature.
They look tiny and sweet, until you watch it rip into a dead mouse. I’ve never been so in love with a bird in my life.
It’s about the size of a can of Campbell’s soup… but don’t let that fool you. It’s a mean little thing, racking up a body count to be proud of. The chickens aren’t so excited but it’s still tiny enough to not hurt one of them and they know better than to mess with a predator.
I hope…
