When I was a teenager, I used to have my own little trapline; the local rabbits were my quarry. In those days we lived off the land to a great degree. Mom had a garden for vegetables; we'd get fish from the coast every Summer and Dad hunted Moose every Fall. I did my part by hunting grouse and rabbits.
There were many times I went to check my snares and found that all that was left was a bit of fur and signs of a struggle. In the snow were marks left by the wings of an owl; an owl that had taken my rabbit.
I used to wish that the owl would chase after mice and leave my rabbits alone. So, Mr. Owl, here is your Midnight Feast.
Artist: Roy Henry Vickers
Image Size: 20" x 5"
Edition Size: 150