I will admit to watching the occasional reality TV show. And once, many years ago, and before children (b.c.) I spent an entire New Years Day in bed watching marathon MTV’s Real World – Boston. I hang my head in shame.
When reality TV first burst onto the scene, it was like a train wreck, which I desperately wanted to turn away from. YET I COULD NOT.
I have since reined in my enthusiasm, and watch only select American Idol, Dancing With the Stars, and Survivor episodes. But I’ve been tempted to add the latest reality craze to my lineup, MOLLY THE BARN OWL.
A couple in San Marcos, California built an owl house barn, and had the incredible foresight to install a camera. Molly moved in some time after that, laid 6 eggs, and since February, millions of folks just like me have been watching as 4 of her eggs hatched and she has cared for her young owlets.
And few lucky viewers have had the good fortune to watch Molly dine on LIVE RAT. I admit that I’ve seen more than my share of disgusting fare being consumed on Survivor, BUT LIVE RAT TOOK THE CAKE.
I still suffer from horrifying memories of watching Willard and Ben (1972 horror flick and sequel) as a youngster. No amount of therapy has ever fixed that, and now I cannot get the image of Molly licking her claws after enjoying a little Rat breakfast.
Clearly I need more help than the psychological industry can offer me. But, whatever.
Today Fiddledaddy once again did the grocery shopping trip to Wal*Mart because I still haven’t been given clearance to walk at will. He and Cailey spotted an owl hanging from the rafters of Wal*Mart. When they reported it to me I thought, WAY TO JUMP ON THE SOCIAL MEDIA BANDWAGON, Wally World. Alas, the owl was a cheap imitation designed to frighten hapless birds that have taken refuge in frozen foods away. It clearly wasn’t working because the stray birds (the ones WITH ACTUAL FEATHERS) were circling the Owl trying to figure out a way to TAKE HIM DOWN. Right there in the raw meat department. Awesome.
Anyhoo, I’ve been peeking in on Molly and her brood now and again on UStream (live feed). Although I do try to avoid the dinner hour. I find the whole thing fascinating.
And because Molly is a social media savvy type of bird, you can now also friend her on FaceBook and follow her on Twitter.
Now that’s entertainment.