February is a nesting month for the barred owl, and we don't have a lot to do these days, so most of us checked out the local woods to see our local celebrity.
There were paths leading from the usual paths to the tree we found it in. It was there for only a few weeks and then we couldn't see it again.
It was like a catholic pilgrimage to icons of old. Instead of a stigmata, we were looking for a nest. Instead of a statue, we were seeking an owl.
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