This past Sunday, February 21, I was sitting on our love seat doing some research on my laptop. Suddenly, I saw a squirrel fall past the window right in front of me and heard it hit the window. I felt so bad for the little thing. As I got up to check things out, I saw a little fluff-ball on our windowsill.
I thought the poor thing was either hurt or dead. As I took a step toward the window, I realized it was actually an owl.
After a minute or two of Jesse and I watching him, he flew across the driveway and perched in this hole.
He and I spent the next few hours staring back at each other. Okay, he actually had his eyes closed for most of the time, and I was still doing research, but I stepped outside a couple of times to see him. He made my day a whole light brighter.
Just to show you how close he was, here is the set-up:
We call him Freddie.
