Monday, April 4, 2011

White Death

I've been running on Turtle Rock ridge at dusk. The last couple of days a barn owl has floated over me, its underwings and belly as white as death. The owl is hunting, waiting on the slightest movement of some rodent or lizard so it can drop down and kill. Every time I see that peculiar profile hovering there, I feel incredibly happy.


Amy Scheer said...

Ah. But why?

Robot Boy said...

It's just so cute. And it kills things.

Amy Scheer said...

Works for me.