Okay people, for those of you who have just visited let me introduce you to Hantu. He is my buddy and he belongs to specie bubo virginianus. Hold your horses, people. This has nothing to do with virgins and anus. Explanation here is in order:
The Great Horned Owl was first seen in the
Size: Length 46-63.5cm (18-25") Wingspan 91-152cm (36-60") Weight 900-1800g (32-63.5 oz)
Habits: Activity generally begins at dusk, but in some regions, may be seen in late afternoon or early morning. Both sexes may be very aggressive towards intruders when nesting.But being domiciled in this metropolis Kuala of Lumpur, everything is reversed.
Voice: Great Horned Owls have a large repertoire of sounds, ranging from deep booming hoots to shrill shrieks. The male's resonant territorial call "hoo-hoo hoooooo hoo-hoo" can be heard over several miles during a still night. Both sexes hoot, but males have a lower-pitched voice than females.(sounds quite familiar, huh) They give a growling "krrooo-oo" or screaming note when attacking intruders. Other sounds include a "whaaa whaaaaaa-a-a-aarrk" from disturbed birds, a catlike "MEEE-OWww", barks, hair-raising shrieks, coos, and beak snapping. Some calls are ventriloquial. Most calling occurs from dusk to about and then again just before dawn.
Today is Hantu's birthday and he came in to get his birthday present which is a voucher to feast at the Pavilion"s Ichiban Boshi the rave sushi joint. Being a discerning gourmet, his taste veers towards sashimi and wasabe. He says this diet makes him sharp. Sharp as in his ability to sniff out a good lead for a good story for me. This morning he came in with the familiar "whaaa whaaaaaa-a-a-aarrk" Put it bluntly, he is my Resource Director. Whenever he flies in and gets into a paroxysm of pungent wasabe burps, it is a signal that he needs a stiff snort of Macallan single malt. Only after that will he confide to me his latest tale of how he tailed a lead. How can you not love this feathered shapre-eyed, sharpibeakd, sharp-clawed dude. The pic below is when he has had too much of sushi and single malts. When he goes missing for a few days, I know that he is recuperating.....on some rafters in some watering hole.
But I know that he is in very good company. His buddies are Malaysia Today's Raja Petra's Deep Throat (above) and Screenshot Jeff Ooi's Little Bird (below)....Little, of course compared to Deep Throat, but just as fearless and enterrising.
After two splashes of Macllan he gave me the briefest of story (below).....egged on for more information, he burped that obnoxious burp-reply: "You guys are on the top of the food chain. Go do what you are supposed to do." Can't possibly argue with that, can we....so read on and let's sweep out whatever is under the carpet.
Zakaria, of the "The Mansion I Stole" fame, his son and daughter-in-law kind of ran the Klang Town Council; Pee Emm , his son, his son-in-law, and Monsoon Pat is said to steer Malaysia Incorporated, and now our dilapidated National Zoo (no this time, I am not making reference to our Parliament)is rumored to be run and in full control by the immediate family of the current head honcho of Zoo Negara. Holy cow, whats happening. You animal activists out there. You better take this lead and let us know the truth, will ya?
Can't tax Hantu more as he, Deep Throat and Little Bird are on their way for a two-week sojourn in the Bahamas. But I did warn the Terrible Trio that I and my extended family have a reputation to uphold in Bahamaland. They can go "sweethearting" (Bahamian slang for snuggling up to the girlies.....this being one of the many variations....but essentially it means illicit affairs!) but don't create any hurricane!