Monday, January 30, 2012

An Impression in the Snow

A couple Mondays ago my youngest daughter came rushing into the house. She'd seen a really cool bird in the backyard. But even better, she'd seen it swoop down and scoop up a mouse right off the snow and fly away with it! Practically vibrating with excitement, now she wanted to know what kind of bird it was.

I pulled out the bird book and had her go through it. She thinks it was a horned owl. And to think she'd been in exactly the right place at the right time to witness it catching its dinner. I was a little envious.

Then she told me she'd also seen the tracks of the mouse trail and the owl's wings. Wait, tracks? Tracks??

There were TRACKS?

This I wanted to see.

So we went out, and although it was getting a little dark and the flurries were starting to fill them in, there was the whole incident laid out as an impression in the snow.


What a story those impressions told. We snapped a few photos and once again marvelled at how lucky she was to have seen that.

Of course, the snow impressions are now gone, but I'm hoping the impression they left on my daughter will last a lifetime.

7 comments:

Peni R. Griffin said...

Whoa! That's enough to make a birder out of anybody. Buy that girl some binoculars stat!

That is so freaking cool...

Cathy Olliffe-Webster said...

That IS really cool. Owls are the most amazing creatures. Your daughter is SO lucky!

Rebecca said...

That is awesome. What an incredible thing for your daughter to have witnessed.

Send some of that snow my way, will you?

Lizann Flatt said...

That's a great idea, Peni. Thanks Cathy and Rebecca. I'll gladly share the snow with you, Rebecca. We have plenty.

Deborah Jackson said...

Really neat. Maybe you can write a tale of a mouse and an owl, not that it turns out too well for the mouse. We found owl pellets in our eavestrough once. Gross, but cool too.

SKWeathers said...

What a capture--the picture, I mean. But then, it never goes down well for mice, does it?

Lizann Flatt said...

Lucky find with the pellets, Deb! Like the idea of a story, too. And that's the thing with fiction, it could turn out better. Because SK is right--someone's always out to get the mice.

Really appreciate all of you stopping by the blog.