Theresa Hope Suggit

Voles Are Life

Sensing the encroaching darkness of night, the Barn Owl shifted slightly, and saw his dreams of tasty voles disappear before his opening eyes. Wide awake now, he was hungry and curious what became of his world in the last few hours. He stretched his wings and taking flight, he began his nightly inventory. After reaching his usual altitude, he glided silently around the entire farm. He noted the placement of the farm equipment, left where they ended the day's reaping. He wondered if they stirred up the nests of voles, making his hunt easier. He saw the Humans left sheets of cloths to flap in the hot night air. And, what's this? A rivulet of water turning into a nice puddle, from where someone carelessly left the hose running. That will make a nice bath later, after his meal.