Here is a video of my sister and my nieces, recorded behind the old forge at my parents place in Indiana. This video made my day.
Yesterday I took a walk at the land near the river during that last breath of twilight and watched a barn owl drift like a slow ghost over a field of fireflies. It turned silent figure eights, dove into the grass and resurfaced. It passed close enough to me that even in the lost light I could clearly see it's dark alien eyes and tiny beak.
I played a song for Ida and then drove home in the dark.
*edit: How did I miss typing the word "owl" in the first draft of this post?
