I don’t always wear my glasses when I walk in the woods. Sometimes I like the feel the world around me rather than see it clearly with my eyes.
But today I was thinking of the Barred Owl.
At one point in my walk, the tree-tops shook just behind me causing a quick shower from the wet leaves. This happened several times and since there was no wind, I guessed it was a bird or squirrel shaking the tree.
That reminded me to look up.
The only way I can spot the Barred Owl is when she’s flying. (I don’t know if the owl is a female or male, so I’ll call her she). I can’t hear her because her wings make no sound and she makes no noise I can hear when she lands. If she’s not moving it’s really hard to see her camouflaged against the trees.
It was about ten minutes later that I watched her swooping between the branches. Just a big grayish-brown blur. But I’ve seen it enough times to know it’s her. I couldn’t tell where she landed so I walked off the path looking up the whole time in case she flew again. Fate and Zinnia followed staying close.
When I did see her she sat calmly in the tree looking at me like she has before. She followed the dogs a bit as they sniffed around the tree, her head turning so far to the left I could almost see her face again from where I stood.
This time I left before she flew again.
I did speak to her, just saying “hello owl”, thinking she might get used to my voice. I don’t know if that’s silly, but I didn’t see any reaction from her so I guess it doesn’t matter if it is.
I’m not sure what to make of seeing the barred owl so often. Right now I’m just awed and enchanted by the experience. I do wonder if she’s there more often than I know. If I want to know for sure, I’ll have to pay more attention and try to be more aware of the treetops. I do get distracted by what’s happening on the forest floor as well as in the trees.
Makes me think about the idea of seeing wide that I learned on my walk-about. The idea of seeing more than what’s right in front of me.
Maybe I need to practice that more.