Friday, February 6, 2009

Owlish

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!



2 comments:

  1. Were you joking about the depression? Get on meds immediately, it will change your life. It did mine.

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  2. Mizz Suzy, I would never joke about depression, or any mental illness...at least, not about having it. I guess I do often make jokes about being a bubble off plumb, but it's a coping mechanism. And I AM nuttier than a Claxton fruitcake...

    I can't take meds - I did for a while when I was younger (several, actually), and it was a bad, bad thing. Please believe me when I tell you that I'm better off without them. Sigh.

    I AM glad you've benefited from them...I wouldn't wish this crap on anyone, and if a body can have a better life through chemistry, I say hurrah for them!

    Thanks for your concern...I really will muddle through somehow.

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