SNN (ScrollingNetworkNews) ✿ ✿ Our Mel and Sydney returned to their nesting box with plenty of bonding occurring..but after 2.5 months of Sydney in the box from Dec 2013 to mid Feb 2014, the lack of prey gifts from Mel ( perhaps due to the severe and historic drought underway in California)and they have forgone the nesting process this year as many other raptors ✿ Compared to other owls of similar size, the Barn Owl has a much higher metabolic rate, requiring relatively more food. Pound for pound, Barn Owls consume more rodents – often regarded as pests by humans – than possibly any other creature. ✿ We remind viewers that sometimes owlets may not survive - the parents will dispose of things in "The Owl Way" -viewer discretion is advised, this is nature and the "Owl way". ✿ ~ ✿ “Animals, like us, are living souls. They are not things. They are not objects. Neither are they human. Yet they mourn. They love. They dance. They suffer. They know the peaks and chasms of being.” ― Gary Kowalski, The Souls of Animals ✿ Each species is a masterpiece, a creation assembled with extreme care and genius." ~ E.O. Wilson

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Too Soon

As brown and grey take hold, and white is lost
As crowns go from down to sleek and soft
As grounded and guarded goes to aloft
Too soon, Too soon.

As innocence and wonder turns to life or death
As pleading black eyes look to leave the nest
As baby to child to adult is wrest.
Too soon. Too soon.

As tiny wings have grown to silent flight
As loud hissing days turn to silent nights.
As pirouettes doomed to leave our sight.
Too soon. Too soon.

As little weak legs turn to deadly force.
And leading-edge feathers take their course.
And tiny ones watched, we must now divorce.
Too soon. Too soon.

Donning cloaks of umber, grey and pearl
Toward the night sky fly, wings unfurled.
Your job now is to fight the world.
Too soon. Too soon.

Our hearts have loved you since the first.
In our hearts you have been immersed.
The pain of your leaving us cannot be rehearsed.
Too soon. Too soon.

You’re not the first, and won’t be the last.
But know that as you are looking back.
It was tears of joy that made our eyes glassed.
Too soon. Too soon.

One day our spirits will with yours soar.
And earthly chains we will have no more.
Our souls and yours—esprit de corps.
But not Too soon. Too soon.
By RaptorRapture of the SPO