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A Superb Owl story for this Sunday (NOT football)
The Art And Education Of Owlinghttps://www.nytimes.com/2021/02/04/opinion/owling-nature.html?searchResultPosition=1
I. . . watched my son as he pulled out a bundle of old fisherman’s rope, unfurling it like a banner until it revealed something that looked like a dead rodent tied to its other end.
What Theo was actually holding was a mouse decoy, born out of a ball of duct tape, petal-sized ears included, with two Sharpie marker dots for eyes and a broken beige rubber band for a tail. Gripping one end of the rope, Theo dropped the mouse out of the window and said, “OK, Mom. You can drive now, but not too fast.” So I drove, not too fast, the little mouse trailing behind us.
We were owling.
For months, and more than anything in the world, Theo had wanted to see an owl. Ever since the pandemic ushered us indoors, my son has been pining for nature — particularly birds, specifically owls — and has become a junior armchair ornithologist. Through his curious eyes, I’ve come to appreciate owling as an opportunity for humility. I remember to revere the outdoor world. The purity of its reasoning, the beauty of its math and its magic. How it holds no grudges yet favors no one.
What Theo was actually holding was a mouse decoy, born out of a ball of duct tape, petal-sized ears included, with two Sharpie marker dots for eyes and a broken beige rubber band for a tail. Gripping one end of the rope, Theo dropped the mouse out of the window and said, “OK, Mom. You can drive now, but not too fast.” So I drove, not too fast, the little mouse trailing behind us.
We were owling.
For months, and more than anything in the world, Theo had wanted to see an owl. Ever since the pandemic ushered us indoors, my son has been pining for nature — particularly birds, specifically owls — and has become a junior armchair ornithologist. Through his curious eyes, I’ve come to appreciate owling as an opportunity for humility. I remember to revere the outdoor world. The purity of its reasoning, the beauty of its math and its magic. How it holds no grudges yet favors no one.
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Thank you for posting. 
