A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
~ anon
Not exactly "a wise old owl", this little one - not yet a fledgling - sat quietly in the grass just outside the branches of the scrub oaks that line the circular drive, while blue jays and mockingbirds voiced their displeasure with the owlet's presence as they swooped down to harass him as though he was a threat.
Gently picking up this little ball of fluff, we placed him under the azaleas at the base of the live oak - the only tree nearby with a nest large enough for a family of horned owl.
We hope his mother was watching and would come to his rescue. A short while later, the owlet was nowhere to be found.
In community with Sandra this Memorial Day Weekend
