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together.   What do they have in common?   or   How do i  feel them to be related?    These,  helping to inform the

Reference Cloth.

Last night,   in the darkest of last night i was wakened by sound.   Loud.  Close.   Never heard before.    it went

Ah …….He…Ah….the second Ah not as low as the first…   i can't think of a better way to tell it.   then

Squweeeeek   Squweeek  .   shrill,  metallic.      This….over and over with maybe 10  12  seconds between.     Sometimes    there would be three Squweeeeeeks,  but mostly two.    Tay does not respond to bird sounds.  She slept.   I sat up.   Listening.  It was so Close…not in the Morning Tree where Talkie sleeps on her twig,  but just next to it….feet away…so so Close and as it kept going,  i got up and got the Fat Max that is a hand held spotlight and burst through the door with him shining him up into where i thought the sound was from and it was silent for only a moment but spoke again and i tried to shine the light on…..it…..but no luck and it was cold,  so i just yelled…GO AWAY.   GO AWAY and Tay ran out and we made a small comotion but when i came back in,  turned off the light,  got back under the covers,    Ah…He…Ah   Squweek    Squweek.      I lie there,  then,  for maybe an hour or  more,  listening to this,  thinking of Talkie  gripping her twig….thinking what i should do….if the Thing attacked Talkie,  should i intervene and try to save her?  or let it take it's natural course?      and NPR has continued for me,  on Weekend Edition  11/14   an interview with Claire Oshetsky about her book….Chouette….wherein a woman gives birth to an owl baby  and i think… I can't give birth,  but maybe…..i would be asked,  or told,  to adopt,  Care ,  for an owl human….

you never know

and then.    hours later from above…my finger strays over to the side bar,  to Sam Baker and MERCY….just the sound,  no video.  And as it plays through,  with the words above about that horrible sound…it all softens.    Softens into just Life.  Me.  That what ever creature speaking,  Talkie,   Us.    Mercy.

 

 

 

 

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7 responses to “these”

  1. Liz A Avatar

    hopefully something trying to attract a mate … may it be successful sooner rather than later
    and how interesting that Tay doesn’t respond to bird sounds …

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  2. Mo Crow Avatar

    (((Grace))) I incubated a Boobook owl egg in a pigeons nest after it’s nest was chain sawed down many years ago. It hatched in my hand, a tiny tuft of white fluff the size of a quarter. I looked after little Owly for 3 weeks til he started feathering up, hopping around and doing really well on all the frogs, mice and bugs I could find with the help of the neighbour’s kids ’til a friend advised feeding it ground meat with bones from the butcher, sadly he died from indigestion.

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  3. CatherinE Avatar

    That’s how it goes at night, sometimes, isn’t it. Glad for your softness here now.

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  4. grace Forrest Avatar

    it is interesting. I know she HEArs them, she hears
    Everything
    but has no sense of needing to respond. There must be
    things written about this

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  5. grace Forrest Avatar

    owls are Extremely Different beings
    i am uncomfortable with them.

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  6. grace Forrest Avatar

    yes. love these words…
    that’s how it goes at night, sometimes
    yes. i am not the only one

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  7. Sandi Avatar
    Sandi

    Are any of these available??

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