The Owl and I, Part 2

The truth comes quietly

Photo by Zdeněk Macháček on Unsplash

The short and secretive cameo of the barred owl on Mother’s Day had me prepped for Monday’s long appearance. I have never, however, in my life, seen owls mid-day here in Indiana. But, here I was.

In some ways, the sighting of the barred owl was a similar experience to the great horned owl. I was alone. I was walking in the trees, trying to find my quiet place. I was surprised…