We went out west Saturday to collect wild horse manure for the garden.
It was cold, gray, and overcast. While that's not the best day to go toward the mountains--it was hazy and they were all hiding--it was a good owl day.
We were treated to the sight of a Great Gray Owl on the way. He, or she, was beautiful and made up for the great gray day.
Thank you, owl.
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