On Sunday afternoon Amy and I were having lunch at a local Mediterranean restaurant. We were sitting outside and enjoying the unseasonably warm weather when I noticed a commotion in a nearby tree. There were two crows making an awful racket. Usually the rackets in that part of town are the evening revelers having a good time down at the local bar.
At first I couldn't quite see what the crows were upset about. Then I noticed a huddled figure along one of the branches and assumed it was a Red-tailed hawk. After an extended time in which the two crows were joined by two others to take up their harangue of the intruder the bird took off, revealing that instead of a hawk it was a Barred Owl.
|Barred Owl being mobbed by Amy Petersen|
There is a grace given us each time we encounter the wild. I long for its touch each day.