Yesterday morning, the weather outside was muggy, much like my head. I moved about the kitchen getting myself tea, starting breakfast, chatting with Mom. Standing at the kitchen sink, washing dishes, I spotted Owl fly into a tree from the property below. I very excitedly pointed him out to Mom and we stood there, both with our binoculars, squinting at Owl in the tree as he pulled apart a robin for breakfast. Based on his size and coloring, and the fact that he didn’t object when I called him that I was pretty sure he was Larry. Last night, after a long rehearsal and a drive home through the mucky night, Husband told me that one of the babies was in the tree just outside the office window again. He’d tried to show me the baby the night before but my eyesight at 1 am is pretty much eyelashes. Last night, I was a bit more conscious and in need of an Owl pick me up so outside I went, Tigger the Dog trotting happily by my side. I always feel awkward flashing the beam of the flashlight around the yard at night. I’m always sure some neighbor will get freaked out by the light sneaking in his window and call the police and then I’ll have to explain to the lovely officer that I was only looking for baby owls and they’ll have to cite me for something and I’ll end up with a police record that sounds a bit crazy. It’s a weird worry, but it’s a worry. BUT I’d had a long day and baby owls were just the thing I needed to make me feel better so flash the trees I did. Nothing. And then Tigger the Dog startled, barked a terrified bark and looked up. A baby Owl had just dropped something on her head. Pointing the beam up, I saw them - two of them - sitting on the branch high above TTD and trying to pretend that I wasn’t looking at them. We had a moment, TTD, Owls and I. They were all eyes and eyebrows and fuzz. TTD was a quivering mass of questions and I was trying to figure out how to get up there and hug them. It was a neat way to end the day. And it was even more awesome to have Mom here to witness the wonder of our Owls, to be just as crazy as I am with her binoculars and commentary. That was yesterday. Today, just now, Mom and I were standing on the sloping kitchen deck, looking about the side yard for Owls. We could hear the Robin complaining loudly that someone was too close to his/her nest. We looked about the back yard, scanning branches but found nothing. We stopped really looking and began a discussion about my dying plant in the pot on the deck, I looked up, Mom looked up and we both spotted Mrs. Owl staring at us through a break in the treetops. She let us watch her for about five minutes and then flew off toward the nest. Both pleased with our moment with Owl, we came inside and set about making breakfast.
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