Drama in the skies

I'm not talking about the weather. Yesterday morning as Ted was having his coffee on the deck, he hollered at me to come see the Owl- our barn owl, remember him?- had come back, probably because of the proliferation of mice in the fields nearby. Trouble is the spot where he roosts is exactly where the Ravens built their nest. And they weren't exactly welcoming to this intruder to their domestic bliss. In fact, they got downright nasty!

That's the Owl being chased out of the pole shed by one very determined Raven. Unfortunately my camera doesn't focus quickly even in action mode, so I missed several good photo ops. From there he got chased out of all the other places he tried to hide including the rafters of the shop.

Beamer was quite unconcerned as the Owl flew right over his head; he wasn't about to let a domestic dispute disturb his breakfast.
From there, the Owl headed for the trees, and I sure wish I had my camera in video mode, because the Ravens chased him out of the trees, and he flew within 10 feet of me, at eye level, what a beautiful bird! I could clearly see his face and feel the wind from his wings.

This shot is a little fuzzy- well, a whole lot fuzzy!- but you can see the golden color of the Owl and his size- not much bigger than the Raven but with a longer wingspan. He ended up leaving, and probably won't come back this close.