Indian Eagle Owl
Hello, I am Bubo. I
am two years old. I have been
called by many names, but I simply loved it, when I was christened Indian Eagle Owl. A good dose of
patriotism courses through my veins too. You see!!!
A
countless lore, myths and superstitions surround my family and me. We are
perhaps the only birds that have captured the imagination of the humans
throughout the centuries. Probably for all the wrong reasons, I wonder!! Either we send a creepy shudder through
the spine or make people open their eyes wide in wonder and marvel at our
beauty and elegance.
We
live in a very beautiful rocky ravine. Our residence is made of many stone
boulders on which we can lazily perch. A leisurely gurgling stream runs through
our ravine and creates a mystic ambience. Gently sloping hills and a thick
green forest complete my enchanting habitat. Many of our relatives live in grasslands,
semi arid deserts and some even have learnt to live near human habitation.
I
prefer to laze out during the day and hunt during the night.
I’m a
die-hard non-vegetarian and mice and other rodents are my most favorite
delicacy. In fact, people are unaware that I am one of the best natural pest
controllers, as rodents are major agricultural pests and damage a lot of crops.
Do you know I have an
ability to turn my head by 270 degrees? I bet you didn’t!!. I have fourteen vertebrae in my neck while
all other birds have just seven!! While
the neck vertebrae provide for the range of neck movement, many birds and
animals would suffer traumatic arterial injuries and blood flow interruptions
from such extreme motion.
We have special
blood-pooling systems that collect blood to power our brains and eyes when neck
movement cuts off ccirculation.
My vision is too quite unconventional. I love my eyes, which are
dark orange in colour. My eyes are extremely large and nearly touch the inside of the head. They are also completely immobile and cannot
be considered true “eyeballs,” since they’re actually tube-shaped.
A large part of what makes us such effective hunters is our ability
to hear exceptionally well, while remaining absolutely silent ourselves. Also
the special structuring of our wings lets us fly without making a smallest
amount of noise and catch the prey totally unawares.
However it pains me immensely to see that we are the most
misunderstood birds. We are considered as the harbingers of ill omen and many
of us are killed because of this superstition. Many forget that one of my
revered ancestors serves as a vehicle for goddess Laxmi.
However the present is bringing a breath of fresh air. Humans
who earlier used to shoo us or pelt us with stones are no longer the majority.
Nowadays I am seeing people harmlessly watching me and marvel at my beauty.
Some come armed with strange contraptions, which make a weird noise. Though I
was alarmed in the beginning, I have realized that this group of people mean no
harm to me. Good days are here to stay!!!!
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