The eyes have it. They see all. The know all. They reflect all, too.

And in this particular case the reflection in my eye, er, the owl’s eye, would be me. And the owl would be a rescue Western Screech Owl, handled by the wonderful folks at Talking Talons (a group who helps winged critters in need). If you look closely in the eyes (but not too closely, for you can easily get lost in those eyes), you can see myself and a bit of my camera grabbing this close up. I will freely admit that perhaps I was a little too close, really, but I just had to have this macro shot of an owl’s eye. Later, when I looked at it, I realized I had a bit more in that eye than I intended.

The eyes reflect all. They know all. They see all. They have it.

Hawk Eye

The Red Tailed Hawk. Long held sacred and long sought after for falconry, it remains a formidable hunter. If you are in North American and look to the skies, chances are you might see one of the incredible birds of prey soaring above.

These are large birds. Very large, actually, and their wingspan can easily be over four feet. And they can live a pretty long time, as well: up to 20 years in the wild. No wonder this incredible bird holds such a special place among us.

This particular bird was caught as it was looking away from me, but just for a moment. As it turned its head, its eye caught the surrounding trees, and quick as a wink the picture was taken. And good thing, too, for the instant I took the picture it whirled its head back around to look at me long and hard. Those eyes, when they are looking straight at you, hold your attention, and makes you glad you are big enough to not be considered for lunch.

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Wolf Eyes

The eyes have it. Oh yes indeed, they have it. Deep. Intense. Staring right through you and at you at the same time. Yellow in exactly the shade of yellow that eyes should not be. Seeing you, all of you, sizing you up, measuring you, and taking complete stock of you. Non-blinking and non-wavering the eye have it.

And they have you.

This particular pair of eyes belongs to a wolf at the Wild Spirit Wolf Sanctuary in Ramah, NM. The WSWS (when abbreviated) is all about the care and rehabilitation of wolves; they have more than a few there in varying stages of wolveness. Some are a little more gentle around humans than others. And some, like the guy, leave a little room for doubt.

Oh. And that spot of blood? Hard to see, I know, because the eyes hold you. But it certainly leaves room for doubt, doesn’t it?

Ssshhhh… be wery wery, quiet. We are hunting wabbit. And not just any wabbit, but a wabbit in the snow.

I had known this particular rabbit was there for the longest time, of course. I could see the tracks–fresh tracks, mind you–throughout the day. But the wabbit was that of a ghost, for no matter patient I was, it did not materialize. Luckily I am pretty darn patient, and finally I managed to catch it while it was outside of its hole. A moment later I had my ever elusive quarry square in my sights and the picture is now mine. Hah! Camera 1, Wabbit 0 (if we were keeping score. Which, given the number of times I’d missed this wabbit, it is a good thing we’re weren’t keeping score, come to think of it). At any rate, the Wascally Wabbit was now caught, fair and square.