Wise One
I love owls. When I was in third grade my father owned a fish camp in a very rural and remote part of Florida. I got to school via a school bus, which came very early since we lived so far from the school. I stood alone at the top of our drive, by a huge oak tree, awaiting the bus. Every morning a small owl was sitting above me in the tree and would gently make owl sounds; "whoooo, whoooo." I remember making the sound back to it and considered the little owl my friend. The joys of childhood memories!
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Wise One
I love owls. When I was in third grade my father owned a fish camp in a very rural and remote part of Florida. I got to school via a school bus, which came very early since we lived so far from the school. I stood alone at the top of our drive, by a huge oak tree, awaiting the bus. Every morning a small owl was sitting above me in the tree and would gently make owl sounds; "whoooo, whoooo." I remember making the sound back to it and considered the little owl my friend. The joys of childhood memories!
Photo processed with Photoshop, Topaz Studio 2, and DDG.
I sincerely thank you for taking your valuable time to view, award, or comment on my work. ♥
All rights reserved. You may NOT download or use this image without my written permission.