Last week Grasshopper was house sitting at Bedrock while Mr. and Mrs. Slate were in Daytona watching paint dry.  

This is Stirfry.

Tawno.

Whiskey.

More wind chill.

Late one afternoon this barred owl showed up for dinner. 

I think that it went to the George school of huntin'.

Of course, as soon as I put the camera down, it swooped down and caught a mouse. It then flew to this tree and ate it whole.

Later it flew to this tree and stayed for hours.