It begins with an owl… or four

"A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl."
- Ernest Hemingway

Hello and welcome to Blog 1.

Earlier today I sat in crunchy leaves and this one spotted me.

As the trees bud and leaves sprout, the two babies test their balance and hop to higher tree limbs while mom and dad owl perch nearby.

I worry soon they will be camouflaged under a canopy of leaves and branches and I won’t find them.

Starting a blog and writing again feels like sitting at a piano for the first time in twenty years to practice scales. My brain forces my fingers to type in a distantly familiar rhythm and the result is staccato.

At least for now.

I guess the owlets and I are getting familiar with new territory.