Yesterday evening I took an stroll around the neighborhood. Between rain storms and waiting for the dishwasher repair guy it was my first time outdoors. Evening is arriving earlier now and dusk was rapidly turning to darkness. Within one block of our house, I heard it – a screech owl! This has been one of our nemesis birds. Not uncommon, but in spite of our attempts, no luck.
I made a “dash” home to get Ed. Running is not something I do if I can avoid it. I felt like Pheidippides who ran from the battlefield at Marathon to Athens, gasped the word “Nike” (victory), collapsed and died. I ran one block in flip-flops, gasped the words “screech owl” and collapsed.
Ed and I went back to the location, but no luck with the owl. We’ll go back again this evening and hopefully get it for Ed.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 