Seems like we had a lot of animals around that country house - George the moose head to all the snakes. Yet early one winter morning I had an encounter with one of the most vicious of all animals.
I was pregnant - yet again - with just a few weeks to go and went back to bed when hubby left for work. I hadn't much more than crawled into bed when I sensed that something had crossed the room. Out of bed I lumbered, the only way I could do anything those days, and searched the bedroom then all the rooms upstairs - nothing. Back to bed I crawled thinking I had missed out on twenty of those precious extra minutes I had before the other kids work up. I loved those extra minutes.
I drifted in and out of dreamland, visions of sugar plums turning to size two ballgowns and tiny feet dancing on air. Suddenly I knew there were eyes on me - watching me - in that very room. Slowly I turned over and there they were - two enormous eyes right on me.
Needless to say I was out of that bed in a shot - well as fast as my swollen feet and enormous girth would allow. I ran out of the room and pulled the door shut behind me. I was sure whatever was in there could easily take me down and carry me to whatever living arrangement that species preferred.
I called my brother-in-law who lived nearby to come a runnin' and to bring his elephant gun with him. When he showed up with just a flashlight I felt sorry for him but said he was on his own and pointed to the bedroom door as I was going into the kids' room to protect them.
It took him all of about five minutes to take care of my invader but I am sure it was hard work to wrestle that window open and shoo that tiny baby owl back outside where it belonged.