“Hey, look at that bird—it’s big! It’s got to be a snowy owl!” I said. What a thrill! You hardly ever see an owl. They’re night creatures. Owls are something you hear about or talk about or read about but you never actually see an owl. So when I spotted that owl across the meadow, we got excited. “No, that can’t be,” Dan said. “Oh, yes it can. Look at that big head, and the tail feathers hanging down. I once saw an owl here in the woods, sitting in a tree; it was probably sleeping.” “Hmmm.” Dan and I stayed there for the longest time, raptly watching.
A day later, it was still there, it hadn’t moved. Oh, well. Funny, how only the idea of something can capture the imagination and give you a thrill. After all, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
