Seeing an owl in the wild has been on my “Bucket List” for years. It’s these smaller obtainable dreams that make life worth living & I do everything I can to make them come true.
A local park offered an Owl Walk last Friday night so we took advantage of the mild January evening & set off for an adventure. It was the perfect evening, clouds covered the moon & stars so the night was totally dark… & totally silent (even with little children in the group!). With our voices mute, we heard Mother Nature talking to us through the babbling stream that ran along the trail & the whispering wind in the branches of maples & firs not yet heavy with snow. I closed my eyes & imagined a time before street lights & headlights. A time before the hum of electricity drowned out the voice of nature.
Our guide called out to the screech owls who might be hiding in the darkness. It sounded like the whinnying of a horse but it worked! A screech owl responded to our call. The guide called again. The owl called back, each time circling a bit closer, closer… until the guide clicked on his flashlight. The surprised owl sat on a low-lying branch just feet from us. A bit disappointed that we weren’t a potential mate (I can only imagine), he pushed off the branch, spread his silent wings, & disappeared into the night. No one spoke. I could only squeeze my boyfriend’s hand in amazement. Magic.
The watercolor & ink sketch below is in homage to the owls, trying to live among humans in habitats that are ever-shrinking. I hope one day soon, we see how much responsibility goes along with being human & begin to respect & love our earthly home as well as our extended animal & plant family.