My precious owl came back. I could have pet her. She was so close. I think she has a mild injury to her leg. It is either stretched down or her fingers(talons?)aren’t holding onto the branch, they just stick out. She is slightly smaller than her brother.
I sat on a “pondering and observing rock). I labeled it.
Listening to her and looking around the yard at variousness which I am unsure if it is a word but there are alot of varying things on this blog!
My rock flower has grown a new flower.
The original rock flower is blooming happily
And a new happy vine flower came around too that is white
A rose that my mother planted years ago has decided to bloom a tiny pink bloom.
And now I must go back and talk to my owl because she has flown to a branch over me and we have some things to talk about!