This morning I saw, for the very first time, an owl. I was on the bus so I only saw it for a second as we zipped by, but it was unmistakable. Perched on a bare tree, ruffling its chest feathers, looking over the river... so beautiful. I felt lucky to have seen it, a special treat just for me.
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Very observant of you.Not many people have sharp eyes like yours first thing in the morning.
Lucky you!
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