You know Lincoln Park is home to owls (wonderful past proof includes this). You know owls sometimes dive-bomb humans (past anecdotes include this). Tonight, just out of the WSB inbox … an owl-attack report from Lincoln Park, courtesy of “Fauntlee Hill Bill“:
Had the head phones on and was enjoying a beautiful Labor Day eve twilight jog along the Lincoln Park bluff trail in the NW corner of the park. Encountered a few dog walkers and runners along the way but was momentarily alone when all of a sudden out of nowhere I felt a scrape along the top of my head.
Bill’s story continues ahead:
Not painful, but scared the bejeezus out of me. I thought either somebody threw something or snuck up and whacked me on the noggin. Spun around and saw nothing. Turned forward again in time to see a pretty good sized set of wings coming at me for round two. Waved my arms and yelled at it. It being an owl. It retreated to a nearby branch and started on dive bomb #3 but I now had a stick and was flailing about so he (or I’m betting “she”) thought better of it and flew to another branch to check me out. Should have snapped its pic but I didn’t want to get close enough to piss it off anymore.
No, I wasn’t wearing a Hooters shirt, just a plain adidas white with black stripes. Saw somewhere on an old WSB post from an ornithologist that owls enjoy eating skunks and sometimes are confused by the stripes on running apparel. Mistook for a skunk? Nice. I’m going to go with that it was protecting its young, or perhaps it wasn’t digging my playlist.
Fauntlee Hill Bill