Perhaps it has been Dearly Beloved’s attempts to recreate the dry rub ribs from The Rendezvous that has put us to thinking lately about our years in Memphis. We loved our house there and our street was a wonderful mix of interesting neighbors.
We have, luckily, friends and relatives in that area with whom we’ve stayed in touch. Lately, our conversations have centered around the same subject: OWLS. Not just owls in general, but the strange attack owls of East Memphis.
After seeing my brother’s owl photos on BroJoe’s World, my friend Sharon sent me pictures of the owls nesting behind her house.
My cousin lives in that same area, and when I asked her had she seen the birds, she sent a news article which told of some pretty strange happenings around there.
An early-morning jogger had reported that he was attacked from behind–slammed in the head by an owl. It hit him again–also without warning–a few minutes later. The bloodied guy reported, “It had the wingspan of a Buick.”
A couple of weeks later, that same runner was smacked again. His hasn’t been the only report; early morning joggers never know when they’re going to be struck. One victim said that the owl took his cap and i-Pod. Even the county district attorney said that she’d been attacked.
A driver reported that an owl hit his BMW. The man stood nearby, wondering what he should do. The owl lay dazed for a while, then flew away.
Because the owl is silent and glides into its victims from behind, there is no warning. No one is certain whether it’s only one owl on the prowl or more.
Pretty darned creepy!
My friend sent one more photo. Look carefully.
An owlet! Could that explain the thuggish behavior going on there?