Foxglove Moments

August 7, 2013

Monday morning as the light was coming up, I was surprised/
delighted/ amazed
to find a large owl sitting in the tree outside my kitchen window. He did not fly away, even as I edged out the door, even when my camera's flash went off (hence, the red demonic eyes.) He simply stared at me.

I felt in the presence of royalty--and not the tacky British kind of royalty, but a true eminence imbued with a stately grace and a quiet dignity; a sublime majesty, royalty possessing the nobility of the natural world.

Or maybe it was a demon disguised as an owl. I don't know, it was early.