"In the night...the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl which is not of pain and hopelessness and fear of being plucked out the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still. When I hear it resounding through the woods, and then the five black pellets of its song dropping like stones into the air, I know I am standing on the edge of the mystery, in which terror is naturally and abundantly part of life, part of even the most becalmed, intelligent, sunny life--as for example, my own. The world where the owl is endlessly hungry and endlessly on the hunt is the world in which I live, too. There is only one world."
Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures

Monday, January 7, 2019

A Sticks In the Way Day

We went to Edinburg Wetlands this morning - late morning. At first it seemed quite birdy, but morning was over and the birds went deeper into the trees and hard to focus on.. 

Lorna did get few good pictures, but mine below were all in the sticks.

So I took a handful of pictures of common butterlies and we went home to sit in the sun.

- Gunnar

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