My Feathered Wildcat

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My Feathered Wildcat

• I entered the flight chamber and moved toward my
  male owl as he remained on his preferred roost. I
  offered him a dead rodent for breakfast and he
  connected with his nose pulling it from my hand.
  Like a parrot, he snatched the dead rodent with
  his correct foot and held it before him as though
  holding a frozen custard Rooster Posture. At that
  point after a snapshot of contemplating the
  rodent like a fine precious stone, he bit into it
  and gulped down it.