Blessed little owlet! Oh how lovely. I found myself in deep fantasy mode last night as I fell asleep that a lost baby raven would land in my path so I could care for her and become her momma. A terrible thing to long for, I know… it’s much better that no baby bird is lost from her mother! But still, I long for that kind of intimacy with …
Blessed little owlet! Oh how lovely. I found myself in deep fantasy mode last night as I fell asleep that a lost baby raven would land in my path so I could care for her and become her momma. A terrible thing to long for, I know… it’s much better that no baby bird is lost from her mother! But still, I long for that kind of intimacy with a wild animal. That owlet has his eyes on you and you on his, I just love picturing the two of you in pause, communing without words. 🤍🦉
I was so relieved to see his face staring at me, to know they were back after searching for weeks for small signs in the barn, finding not even a pellet or a feather… I feel very blessed to even get this close but I had such a deep yearning to hold him, to touch his quiet wisdom.
So I understand your longing Kimberly, an even more terrible thing is to wish for an owlet to be abandoned by the mother. Even so, it is my dream every year for the same reasons.. I want an owl friend, an owl son or daughter to take care of, to learn from and to know as part of my family. My absolute life long dream of all dreams is to find a leveret… I never lose hope no matter how cruel which probably makes me the worst type of nature lover in the world!
Blessed little owlet! Oh how lovely. I found myself in deep fantasy mode last night as I fell asleep that a lost baby raven would land in my path so I could care for her and become her momma. A terrible thing to long for, I know… it’s much better that no baby bird is lost from her mother! But still, I long for that kind of intimacy with a wild animal. That owlet has his eyes on you and you on his, I just love picturing the two of you in pause, communing without words. 🤍🦉
I was so relieved to see his face staring at me, to know they were back after searching for weeks for small signs in the barn, finding not even a pellet or a feather… I feel very blessed to even get this close but I had such a deep yearning to hold him, to touch his quiet wisdom.
So I understand your longing Kimberly, an even more terrible thing is to wish for an owlet to be abandoned by the mother. Even so, it is my dream every year for the same reasons.. I want an owl friend, an owl son or daughter to take care of, to learn from and to know as part of my family. My absolute life long dream of all dreams is to find a leveret… I never lose hope no matter how cruel which probably makes me the worst type of nature lover in the world!
🤍xx