As I mentioned in a previous post on 30th November .... last year at Christmas (2007) a family of four tawny frogmouth owls ( I know they aren’t really owls but poetic license please ) arrived for Christmas morning on a branch near the house and blow me down if two of them weren’t here again this Christmas morning.
I guess it’s got to do with temperature and possibly sun equinox etc… but it sure was strange to see them there again Christmas morning. Ian said they were "us"
A Pair of Tawny Frogmouths trying to look like tree branches but with an eye on me.
Be ‘whoo’ you are
Trust in a wise friend
Live off the land
Glide through the dark times
Life’s a Hoot (love this one)
Another Poem via a friend ..... thanks F
A Barred Owl by Richard Wilbur
The warping night-air having brought the boom
Of an owl's voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard
Was an odd question from a forest bird,
Asking of us, if rightly listened to,"Who cooks for you?"
and then "Who cooks for you?"
Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a fear,
And send a small child back to sleep at night
Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight
Or dreaming of some small thing in a claw
Borne up to some dark branch and eaten raw.