Craig Jacobrown

Remember Me

I heard him before I saw him. But Owls are always so quiet that I'm very sure he wanted me to look. As I looked up he landed on a branch 20 yards away. Bright white with black speckled feathers puffed up to survey my back yard. I love owls and I was exhilerated at the sight. I followed after him snapping phone pictures to capture the moment. Then I ran to see if the humane 'live' mouse trap I had set in my studio happened to have trapped a live mouse, a meal to feed my friend. Now, slowly, I brought the mouse out to the owl as a peace offering. With regal dignity the Owl saw my mouse as I tossed it toward him. He paused, then pounced, then standing on the ground with the mouse in his mouth, looked at me and swallowed.