Owls Talking to Us
Patty and I were out at Ward Bayou the next morning, at the end of the road before sunrise. What a delight! There were at least four owls calling from the heavy canopy of the huge Live Oaks. We could not see them, but we could certainly hear them.
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“The earth has its music for all who will listen.” – George Santayana / Reginald Holmes
Though we did not see owls this morning, there were plenty of Waders and many caught breakfast.
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The Road Not Taken
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By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Love the pics. I’ve heard a lot of owls turkey hunting but what you recorded was amazing