One night I was sitting in my loft when I heard a large “whomp” and the canary that lived on the window sill downstairs (a window with no curtains) started going nuts. I looked at it, trying to figure out what was going on and there was another large “whomp” and the canary fell to the bottom of the cage, with it’s feet pointed in the air like it was dead.
I watched more closely, and all of a sudden, there was a third “whomp” and I saw an owl, in exactly that pose, trying to get the canary, but hitting the window.
He gave up after that, but the next day I found my suet feeder a hundred feet from its tree, smashed on the ground. We figured the owl gave up on the canary and snatched a flying squirrel on the suet feeder instead. He must have grabbed the feeder at the same time, and dropped it from his quite high roost where he enjoyed his dinner.
Hi Grammy.
Funny story.