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Perry Clark's avatar

I egretly await my tern to duck tradition and become more gullable. Herring these parts, there aren’t too many, but murre than many realize. Owl also be perched by the window, where snowy precipitation of joy might be expected, and I’ll likely grouse if only juncos show.

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“From a Snowy Owl’s eyes the Arctic speaks. Hypnotic and seductive, like bioluminescence or romance, the glow brings you immediate and ancient pleasure. From the intensity of this gaze you cannot look away. And yet from the owl there is no reciprocity. “

Hours spent creeping silently through the trees at the very edge of the forest line. Across the long expanse of a field , taking turn back and forth between squinting and binoculars.

Finally what looks to be a snowball on top an old fence post.

A whisper, Shhh… there it is.

Don’t even breathe , it will hear us .

We think we are so stealth .

Of course it knows we are here.

Finally , for just one moment we get a piercing yellow glance that says ‘you’re boring me’.

We sit breathless, like the end of the grand finale of an incredible fireworks display.

There has never been words to describe the feeling of making eye contact with such a magnificent bird .

Until now.

Thank you Brian ,

The whole post, just perfection !

Can’t wait to head out and pretend I am as quiet as the tiny prey it’s stalking.

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