One fine day last April, Gayle Christison was riding her horse on a trail through a quiet stand of woods when she came upon what looked like a ball of feathers with eyes sitting on the ground. The little creature turned out to be a very young Great Horned Owl. Maybe it had tried to fly too early, maybe it had just become a little too adventurous and had somehow fallen out of its nest.
The Little Owlet grows into Great Horned raptor

