I’m writing about lichen today. Yes, lichen. That ugly old stuff that grows on a rock. It’s like the forest was still painting the picture and just sort of left it there.   If you’re a rational creature (and I am), then you look at a bare rock and say “no way”. There’s no dirt, […]

Let’s face something that we all quietly know and then turn away and act like it’s not there.   Life is incredibly unfair.   Some hatch into nests made of silky material. 
Some arrive speaking numbers, music, or having charisma . Some are blessed with parents who wrap them in warmth.   The others… are

There’s something magical about that first ray of sunlight creeping over your feathers and giving you the sense that the whole universe is acknowledging your presence in its own quiet way. It doesn’t feel like just being hit with light; it feels like some type of gentle hum of energy. Like the universe is saying,

A Guide to Not Letting Others Get Under Your Feathers.   Let’s cut right to it, shall we? Maintaining your internal peace and quiet is very challenging when your closest neighbor is essentially a horn blaring in the fog with the wingspan of an airplane.   I am Whimsel, a Barred Owl of some discernment;

I’m  an owl, and I’ve been around endings for a bit.   Mine usually involves a very surprised vole and a swift conclusion. It’s called the Circle of Life. Very efficient, although it requires some emotional processing.   There are bigger endings than the ones I facilitate.    At the very bottom of the ocean;

I’ve relocated to the bed of flowers near your back porch.   I’ll be honest, they’re not looking their best. A salad bar that quietly gave up around 1997 comes to mind.   If I were a rookie observer; a squirrel, perhaps, who sees the world entirely through fear and acorns, I might look at

I sat in silence on a moss-covered rock near the creek. It’s a lively spot, and the sound of the water is incredibly soothing; something most people only notice once their headphones die and nature sneaks in by accident. As I watched the water flow, I was reminded of how selfless it is. Water has one

One of the more puzzling things about humans is how much effort you put into not being yourselves. Being the best version of you is, in theory, one of the simplest tasks available to a human. You arrive fully equipped. That impressive, mushy brain of yours comes preloaded with instincts, curiosities, preferences, and a quiet inner compass; all

Here’s what’s currently considered very “hot” in owl social circles.And no, it isn’t a catchphrase or a mobile app. Try to contain your excitement.It’s trees. Yes. Those tall green things you occasionally notice while rushing somewhere important. To be fair, trees have been fashionable among owls for… well, always. We tend to gather around our favorites. Perch. Observe. Nap. Based

Hey. Thanks for stopping by.I’ve been perched here since sunset.   I thought you might want to linger a moment; maybe look up with me.   You humans have a habit of rushing past the dark part of the day. I understand. To a daytime creature, darkness can feel like a closing curtain. But to