After the Big Feast that is Thanksgiving, I took the older grands outdoors with me to fetch the eggs from the chicken coop and then we went owling. If you've never read Owl Moon, you should. Then you will know what owling is. What it means is to trek out in the trees to find an owl. It requires; Being quiet, Walking without much noise, Watching closely, Listening. It was nearly dark when we went out and it was COLD and there was a skiff of snow on the ground. We noticed how very many, many jackrabbit tracks were all over the snow. We were bundled up, but the littlest Grandie was very cold and needed to be carried, so after a short walk through The Woods with no owl sighting, we turned for home.
(pic from Owl Moon)