Early Monday morning as the light was coming up, I was surprised/delighted/amazed
to find a large owl sitting in the tree outside my 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 stately grace and 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.
[First posted: August 7, 2013]
