I was sitting in the back porch, eating a late dinner. I’m eating a sandwich I did not make and drinking a coke. Ranger is sniffing along the fence line, doing his dogly duties. On the edge of my vision I saw a large mass gliding upwards into the trees. It was a white and gray owl with black eyes that stared into my own. I set my sandwich down and stared at the bird. I’ve heard an owl out in the trees before but I’ve never seen it. Ranger didn’t notice, he was prowling for squirrels. The owl and I looked at each other for a while before it lifted its wings and dove at me. I did not move. It pecked out my left eye before moving to the right. Sharp talons dug into my shoulder and the ground beneath me disappeared. My head broke branches as I was drug upward. Ranger started barking but it didn’t do anything. The grip on my shoulder let go and I was dropped into a nest. Dozens of sharp beaks tore at my stomach and neck.