I know that it can't last, but that won't stop me from enjoying it now. Mid 70s and sunny. The last wisps of fall color floating on the breeze, with only a few stragglers remaining. Then late this afternoon, Barry the barred owl floats into a tree in the lawn, just begging Sharon to take his picture. Have I ever mentioned that I love where I live?
He is a handsome boy--I have seen more owls and hawks recently. I wonder if fall brings them out or they were always there, and with the leaves falling, we just notice them more.
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