Glimpses

At 11:30 this morning, I saw the great horned owl, pursued by a pack of angry crows. It was only a glimpse, but that's enough to make me happy. After months of watching them sit and preen and hoot in their favorite group of trees, they seemed to have suddenly disappeared. I still hope to find a nest and the screeching of owlets. But I'm content just knowing they're around, even if they've become elusive and fallen silent.

Yesterday evening, I saw a heron at Poindexter. For the first time, I was able to watch it without scaring it away. Unfortunately, it stayed around for only a few minutes before flying off. But still, that glimpse renewed my motivation to go back and wait for it again.

No photos this time. Just memories. And a lot of mosquito bites.