(Some of my time is spent as an assistant
on a school bus for handicapped
It was a very chilly morning on
the bus, frosty and frigid, while we waited at the Y in the road.
Another school bus was due to come through the intersection soon, and we wanted it to pass first before we ventured out into the twisty-curvy intersection. My friend and colleague, who drives the bus, noticed a large bird in the nearby pussy-willows. "Look! " she said. "A hawk! No, wait ... it's an OWL!"
It WAS an owl! A stunning owl!
"Do you want to try to get a picture?" she asked.
I lowered the window as cautiously and quietly as I could, for fear of spooking the bird. Then I had to hang out of it, at an odd angle, to capture the shot. We had no students on the bus yet, as we were still en route to our first stop. It was only a little after sunrise. Hanging out of the window, I started snapping pictures, hoping at least a few of them wouldn't come out blurry.
My friend slowly crept the bus forward until I was nearly face-to-face with this magnificient creature. It kept looking down into the creek-bed below. Maybe it had spied something to have for breakfast. (Or perhaps I should say it's supper?) It might have been in need of a snack before going to sleep.
Suddenly, through the winter-bare trees, we could see the other bus cresting the hill. It would meet us in moments. And, as the bus approached, the owl took flight, quiet as a gentle breeze, it passed us.
I have seen other owls in these hills, or maybe I have been seeing the same one over and over. I may never know. I'm only sure of the fact that I do enjoy their presence in these parts. They are a beautiful presence in this rivers-land that I call home.
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