A few months ago someone on a social site I frequent linked to the Owl Box site where barn owl, Molly, was hatching a clutch of eggs. The site was already very popular. A few or many minutes each day were consumed watching the little fluffy, rather ugly owlets and their undemonstrative mother. Then they fledged and I was able to break the habit. However -- she's had a second clutch. Two have hatched now and I'm watching again. Sometimes boredom sets in quickly when she's just sleeping, but sometimes the babies are very noisy. Sometimes her mate, McGee, brings "treats" for her and kiddies. This morning she was tearing up a rat -- and it wasn't easy work -- and feeding yucky bits to the babies. There are night lights as well as day time. A guy named Carlos is handling the site and trouble shooting.
This is real life -- in the raw. When something is happening it's fascinating. But like our lives, long periods are ho-hum and boring. The site has become popular enough to be on the NBC news and planning an expensive coffee table book with, as far as I can tell, spectacular pictures of both Molly and McGee and of little ones who all have names. Watch it by clicking here for live streams inside the nest box.
This strip quilt was made using drier sheet as the foundation. This quick and easy method is always fun because I can choose exactly which piece comes next but will always be surprised when I put several together and see the patterns formed.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!