I meant to post something about the owl, but got sidetracked. Laurie's comment reminded me I'd forgotten something - he's back!
Is it completely ridiculous that I grin whenever I see him? Today, he stared right at me while I fed the birds and outdoor kitties. At least he didn't hop back into the tree or fly away - so maybe we'll be friends after all. Some of the original posts are here, here, and here, if you're interested.
A windy day, an interested, interesting owl, and a few minutes playing the flute to the birds, including a short musical conversation with a mourning dove, and I felt a wee better this afternoon. Stupid depression. Stupid misfiring neurons. Sigh.
Here are a couple more craptastic, out of focus shots of the owl - hope springs eternal that one of these days I'll get a good one of him!