|Oh ya definitely hey girl nice bike....|
love that this one can be pushed so easily...
Firecracker is a bike rider too!
Owl's fascinate me but must admit that I have childhood issues related to owls...I can remember my brother and I wanting to sleep in the tree house our dad had built us when we lived on the "Baker place". (Have you noticed how in rural areas or small towns...a lot of places are identified by someone who lived there...sure many others may have came and gone since then but to the locals...it was the "Baker place.") Anyway I can remember that we had an owl who liked to hang out at night near that old tree and he would get to sharing his old hoot and next thing we knew we would be heading for the house. But I can remember times my dad would come out and sleep with us...and how I wasn't afraid of any old owl then...just let him try and take on my dad. Isn't there a lesson to be learned there Lord...perhaps but with our Heavenly Father as well...
As I got closer I couldn't help but watching him as he stood up there in all of his glory for lack of a better word. It is something how owls have that certain dignity to them...maybe because we have always referred to them as wise...why is an owl the wise one and the turkey not? But then I think of the owl soaring and staying out of harms way and picture the wild turkeys that seem to live near my daughter's house on the highway in Limon...which makes me laugh how those crazy birds can almost cause a traffic jam...okay back to my BIKE story!!!
Watching the old owl on the pole I try to remember from one of my favorite John Wayne movies...Rooster Cogburn and the Lady. In the movie Katherine Hepburn spouts a quote about the owl and so in trying to find it...I find a clip from the movie...not the quote I was looking for but put it in all the same... A clip from Rooster Cogburn and the Lady... Maybe this pair makes me think of Tim and I...don't worry Emily you still have John Wayne at your house! (A friend Emily writes some entertaining stories on her blog (check out on the right) many containing her husband she lovingly refers to as John Wayne).
Okay here is the poem I was thinking of...
A WISE OLD OWL
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
I am reminded of this on the most wonderful walk I got to take with my friend Mary...but how it can be such a blessing not to be the one always talking (I know something I need to work on). But being one who listens as well. Perhaps that is what I love about Mary and I's conversations...we both get to talk and we both get to listen...and sometimes God is telling us both to just listen...and I think of our journey reading the God Calling and what a gift!