Nighttime Stories, Daytime Stories!
Last night, with the house dark and quiet, I went outside one more time at around 10;20 PM. As soon as I opened the door, I noticed a silhouette on a support beam of the porch. It was a little owl sitting there. I froze and looked at it for a minute, then decided to turn the porch light on: the dark shape took on the exquisite appearance of an Eastern Screech Owl, who looked at me in the unblinking stare of owls, as if to say “who are you? and why are you blinding me?”. We stared at each other for a few more minutes. Finally, it took off to melt back in the night darkness.
In the morning, as I was standing up outside the station, two frantic squirrels were engaged in a wild chase of each other. They ran towards me, oblivious, and one of them past me very close. The other one got scarred and jumped on the nearest tree trunk, which, actually, was my leg! Wearing brown pants, I guess my legs could make a good tree substitute! I was so surprise, though, that I uttered some kind of noise, which made the squirrel climbed down the fake tree to run to the safety of the porch beams!
That’s life going on at Cabot Head!