There are worse things to worry about than horned owls! A friend of
a friend (True story!, Really!) was camping at Hart's Pass. He was
outside of a tent in a sleeping bag when either a bear or mountain
lion bit him on the head. The doctor could not tell which from
the gape size alone. He woke up with a yelp and blood streaming
down his face. The bear or lion had mistaken his head for a furry
rabbit-sized animal.

Kelly Cassidy

> For the last several years I lived in the woods while attending graduate
> school. I camp out in the open or under a tarp, allowing for a free
> movement of critters through my campsite (deer, thrushes, coyotes, racoons,
> and occasionally black bear). I sleep in a deep nest of wool blankets and
> army surplus sleeping bags, with just the top of my head sticking out.
> Several times each spring I am awakened in the morning by a black-capped
> chickadee who perches on my head and tugs at my dark hair for nesting
> material. However, I hide under the covers when the horned owls hoot, as I
> worry that they will mistake my locks for a bushy-tailed woodrat.
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