Nightly Owl Check
We heard their gentle hoots before we found
the great horned silhouettes in their new tree,
one doting parent tearing prey apart
to feed their fluffy feather duster chick.
Too young to fly, it must have fallen when
the storm hit their dilapidated nest,
now draped like curtains down the old tree’s trunk.
The crows cried out their warnings all day long.
They must have seen the flapping owlet climb.
We missed it, but all’s well. We head back home.
JoAnn Early Macken
Happy National Poetry Month! Happy Poetry Friday! The roundup is at Dori Reads. Enjoy!
April 14, 2017
April 14, 2017 12:25 PM EDTWonderful poem and photos. Love spotting owls in our back yard and hearing their hoots :). "Feather duster chick" made me smile.
April 14, 2017 1:59 PM EDTThank you, Jama! My husband finds an owl nest almost every year. The photo is from last year's family.
April 14, 2017 4:08 PM EDTAppreciations for creating & sharing this vivid life lesson in poem form about that fallen owlet who is like a "feather duster" * the storm-torn nest.
"draped like curtains down the old tree’s trunk." How hopeful to know the parents were not giving up. (Even if it is difficult to see another animal torn up for dinner.
(As a personal aside, our gal in Boston witnessed something similar on the campus of Northeastern just this week, with cries/screams of the animal the raptor caught, no less. . . .)
Your poems always move me, JoAnn. So good to visit on Poetry Friday.
April 14, 2017 5:18 PM EDTGlad owls are safe and sound, JoAnn. I was nervous. Thank you for this lovely poem. I, too, loved "feather duster chick." Such a great image! -- Christie @ https://wonderingandwondering.wordpress.com/blog/
April 14, 2017 6:26 PM EDTThis poem had me in its grip, JoAnn! What a fantastic story (and an incredible photo, too). I especially love the juxtaposition of tearing apart prey in one line and feather duster chick in the next. I was so excited to see an owl asleep in our back yard a few weeks ago. It was my first sighting!
April 14, 2017 7:04 PM EDTOh, thank you all! The nest is in a yard a few blocks away from our house. We walk over often to spy on the owls. We worried when we saw the nest in shreds, so we were happy to see the family reunited.
April 14, 2017 11:17 PM EDTGreat poem, and I'm so glad it has a happy ending!
April 15, 2017 8:11 AM EDTOwls fascinate me and I was in the grips of your poem from start to finish. I'm so relieved it had a happy ending. I love the "feather duster chick" description and delighted in your fantastic photo.
April 15, 2017 9:15 AM EDTGreat photo! Glad your poem had a happy ending!
April 15, 2017 12:04 PM EDTWonderful photo, and I like the drama in the poem.
April 15, 2017 5:34 PM EDTBeautiful capture of this moment, JoAnn. A favorite memory is walking with my husband's aunt on their farm, watching for the great horned owls in their woods. I've seen crows help others, love that you included that, too.
April 16, 2017 9:20 AM EDTThanks, everyone! Yes, I'm relieved about the happy ending, too! I looked for the family yesterday, but they were all hidden again. While writing the poem, I found several sources online that explained how an owlet can climb a trunk. At least now I know they can move around safely even though the owlet can't fly yet.
April 16, 2017 5:13 PM EDTWow, that must have been quite an experience. I love listening to the owls call to one another in our woods. Nice work.
April 16, 2017 7:17 PM EDTI'm glad to learn of the happy ending for the little owl and the bigger ones. I frequently hear owls around our place, but I haven't looked for them. I'm tempted to go on an owl hunt to see what I might spy!