As Expected

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: one of the most magical things is when there’s no hooting and no swooping and I can just find owls because I know these individual owls. It’s a little warmer and blue and beautiful today, and the breeze is intermittent but strong. It is exactly the kind of day when Simon prefers to roost very high up and ride the swaying branches. And when I looked in his favorite tree, there he was.



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