Sunday, December 28, 2008


I put off leaving the house today for as long as I could.

I invited Cindy to join the dog walk this morning, did another couple of loads of laundry, napped, and finally saw fit to venture out. I only managed to make myself by including a trip to the bookstore which is next to the grocery store.

As I opened the car door, I heard the "whoo-whoo, who, who." of the local owl. I saw him once in a tree over the creek, enormous, sitting on a branch near the trunk of the tree.

Again as I got out groceries: whoo-whoo, who...who.

And as I got to the front door, a more muffled whoorgh-whoorgh, whoomp.

It's so evocative. Is he calling for a mate? Is he warning his prey? Is he feeling good?

In the damp, cool, misty night it's easy to imagine it's a solitary, plaintive cry.

1 comment:

  1. I would start to think he was stalking me!!! LOL

    I am glad that you are enjoying your evening and a slo paced day it seems.

    Love ya,




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