The Wise Old Bird

There is something magical about evening in the winter garden. Nocturnal predators are often present but go unseen. Last night, maybe it was the moon or the recent snow melt that brought this wise old bird to nest in our trees. Maybe it was a sign of wisdom and prosperity to come.

Fortunately, even though we don’t encourage birds with processed food or different types of manufactured habitats, we often see wonderful bird sightings. We frequently have bluebirds even though 4 boxes remain in the shed, waiting to be positioned in the appropriate locations. Last night’s owl sighting was one of those spontaneous moments that nature bestows upon you.
When there is no foliage and things are quiet, you are more apt to see wildlife activity.

The inspirational thought of the day is by an unknown poet who obviously respected this bird of prey. “A wise old owl sat on an oak; the more he saw the less he spoke; the less he spoke the more he heard; why aren't we like that wise old bird?”

Image of owl from the internet