Dying happy
For as long as I can remember, I've said that I could die happy after I saw an owl in the wild. I'm not sure why I set the bar there, and I'm not even going to start thinking about how much sense it makes (or doesn't) to have done so. And it's moot now anyway, because this morning a lovely little Eastern Screech Owl came to visit. Mr. lg9 saw him in the tree while we were out with the dogs. Unbelievably, he hung around while I dashed in to get my camera and almost as unbelievably I managed to get a picture of him.
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