Allow me to introduce you to Owlbert (whooo? ... you heard me), whose recent presence in my vegetable garden has effectively, and surprisingly, kept the marauding quail at bay.
He doesn't speak, nor does he move his head, but sits there quietly with, I'm guessing, a menacing enough stare with those big yellow eyes, to put the fear of Predator into the tiny hearts of those destructive quail.
I'm happy. The quail? Maybe not so much. Although they do have full run of the rest of the property. Just not this small piece.
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