If animals could talk

There aren't many of us, just a few.
I hate being wrapped in feathers that trigger allergies.
Night or day
Black or white
I can't tell, except for a giant eye staring.
A click, a shot
With eerie reflections
Shadows
I smell a strange odor.
Is it the dog, a fox, or a bull ready to attack?
No, dandelions, horse salad, my favorite.