Screech owls

Jesse Stuart, a Ky. writer of mainly short stories about back woods life, had a story about a rooster that was prized for his dominance. The rooster wound up killed by a tiny screech owl at night . The owl killed him by attacking his neck.

"Nest Egg," the tale of a Don Giovanni of the hen-yard who kills every fighting rooster in the district and seduces all the female fowls in the hollow, only to be brought low by "a little screech owl no bigger than (Pa's) fist."
 
I congratulate you on taking the owl to exactly the right place. I'm fortunate I have a retired Vet who does bird rehab around the corner who always takes time to respond to e-mailed questions. Like the time I had a squirrel chasing me everytime I would go from my car to my front door. It was a spooky experience but apparently some human had conditioned it to food. Bill and I made peace by me offering it sunflower seeds in a small feeder whenever I saw him near eventually he started foraging on his own and got past that stage.
Regarding the turtle they are aquatic creatures who do fine on minnnows, feeder goldfish, koi pellets, ect, but be careful if you live in Texas, Louisiana, Alabama, or Florida there is a possibility it could be an Alligator Snapping Turtle which is an endangered species making it highly illegal to keep plus they get up to about 200lbs. Regular old snappers get to 30ish pounds, develop a neck that is almost 1 foot long including the biting part and just scare the heck out of me because of the damage their bite can do.

edit- reread your follow on posts and see the turtle was released as well. Congrats there too!
 
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Jesse Stuart, a Ky. writer of mainly short stories about back woods life, had a story about a rooster that was prized for his dominance. The rooster wound up killed by a tiny screech owl at night . The owl killed him by attacking his neck.

"Nest Egg," the tale of a Don Giovanni of the hen-yard who kills every fighting rooster in the district and seduces all the female fowls in the hollow, only to be brought low by "a little screech owl no bigger than (Pa's) fist."


I had always heard of a story by Jesse Stewart written about one of my ancestors. The other day I was in the garage and found a rolled paper container that my dad had passed along to me, and inside was a copy of the tale.
 

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