Sunday, May 4, 2014

theres this owl

i love living in clayton, so close to the mountain. hearing the bugs and critters. i am a huge stoner (now legal) so i am outside day and night smoking, watching and listening and skygazing. the full moon still makes me feel like a restless teen, hungry to stir up the wicked. purrr

ive noticed some of the same animals over the last... almost 4 years. the same mockingbird who goes through his entire repertoire daily or the blue jay living in the orange tree outside my bedroom door.

so theres this owl... actually 2. ive always heard his hoos and screeches. 2 years ago i began seeing him regularly after he flew over my head and into an old white oak tree. or i began paying attention.
the other owl is down mitchell canyon by the mountain. i see him fly whenever i drive down there. he always lands on telephone poles. as i approach he flys onto the next pole. apparently they like to sleep on top of them. wild.

i guess i never took the time to notice before, that all those same birds, same raccoon and possum that come through every night... were the same ones returning.
how self centered humans are. indeed.