Finding the owl only provides only a smidgeon of the answer. As he or she watches the wood and grassland, wrestling with itself, finding the right prey upon which to live; the field mouse, turning the grass into a rumbling sea, watching it float up and over the top, down to the bottom, and back again. Breakfast is only a few feet away.
Its life, its presence, can only be compared to the quiet solitude that it will carry on its shoulders, to the arch of its wings in silent flight, to the victim, that one of short lived time, who shall feed this wandering bird, and set it again on the branch of the tree, looking, peering, closely studying for its next meal.
Simple comparison can be made, of those who want only to be fed, and those who can stand back, and seek the best of it all, again and again. Ralph Peck
Photograph by Jim Stevens
Grand Lake O’ The Cherokees
Northeast Oklahoma
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