Early in our relationship my husband told me about a fond memory he has of his mom. When he was a tiny, she would take him outside and they would talk to the owl that lived in a tree in their backyard. It was touching. I clung to that story always knowing that owls were poignant for those two. Over the years owl things have popped up. I had the opportunity to photograph some owls and we gave Diana (James' mom) a picture. We gave her an owl soap dish once for Christmas. I make fine art cards and have discovered Pinterest. Through Pinterest I discovered hand embroidery. They had some cute owl designs. I pinned a few, realized I could make a series for Diana and that's where the tiny flame grew into a fiery flame. All of a sudden I am looking for owl designs. I am obsessed. Pin pin pin. Owls owls owls. Then the ultimate happens. Will, Keely and I have been going to the arboretum every Monday for two months now. A few weeks ago I let Will lead us. A very cute couple passed us at one point. We caught up to them 10 minutes later. They were staring at a tree. I thought they were on acid the way they were looking at it. They did not look like the acid taking couple though. As we passed the woman told me there was an owl in the tree. I was floored. I am a city girl. The only owls I have ever seen in my life were in captivity. Sure enough the owl flies into the bare tree branches and I snap a pic. I was so excited showing it to Will. He was so excited to see a bird. The couple was mesmerized. We all were like "What is this bird doing in the wild??". I told the woman very excitedly "you never see this". She gave me an odd look, like I was right and how could that be. We watched and followed the owl. At one point it swooped the couple and they bailed. Will and I left soon after. I told everyone about it for days. Sometimes I accidentally told them twice.
Today being Monday, we went back for our picture. James went with us. I had to leave him and Will behind as I hauled ass with Kiki to get to our tree before all light was gone. As I huffed and puffed and walked and stared I saw the owl again. It took everything I had to not freak out with excitement. I told the gentleman in front of me that above him was an owl but he somehow did not hear me. I got a pic of the owl, ran over got my pic of the tree and ran back to the owl. By now Will and James were coming and I tried to tell James about the owl through sign language. He clearly did not understand me and started whooping it up and making dramatic gestures. I was scared the owl would fly off. Instead he stared down at me. Fully taking in my baby and my bright pink jacket. That owl knows who I am now, for sure. The boys made it and I was able to quiet them down quickly enough to see the owl and not scare it off. James this time was the one to show Will the owl and Will promptly went "whoo whoo". We were pumped. In all my years of going to the arboretum, those days we saw the owl are by far the coolest days.
That is why I am on the owl kick. I have a legit reason to be cool.
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