First Entry

Call it the night of the Kirby, call it what you will but we could not sleep last night. At 2:30am we both finally seemed to admit it without say a word. He sat up and left the room, I turned on the light and started trying to journal... then came a comfortable "Honey come here a minute."

We stepped outside to here some owls he had notice while letting the dogs out. At first all I could hear was the pitter patter of paws on the deck and the barking of a dog in the distance. I hurried our dog Ginger back inside and in the silence I heard them. Two Barred Owls "whoo whoo whooo whooing... " about a half mile or less off to the right of our property. It was wonderful to stand and listen to them as we took in the beauty of the fog rolling along the ground. The lights of the houses all around us reminded me of Stary Night, yet we could still plainly see Orion on the other side of our sky from where we usually say good night to it.

We went back to bed with my bird identification books in hand. We read through some descriptions and settled on the Barred Owl as the proper one. With all the sensory imagery in my minds eye I was calmed a little and I finally fell asleep. This morning I began fantasizing about looking more closey at some droppings I found in our yard that I thought might be owl pellets. I got out of bed kind of excited and on my way to the kitchen for a morning ice cream sandwhich (I'm pregnant) I was greated by our new Kirby. I reflected briefly on how smart and stupid we can be in the same instant. The good news is that I am no longer as depressed about the steep price tag, not with visions of regurgitated mole bones dancing in my head.

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