Time Marches On

by Stefani on 26-May-2010

Thank you all, sincerely, for the well wishes. I am, ever so very dang slowly, recovering I think. Maybe. Kind of.


I thought you  might like to hear the final chapter in our Eastern Screech Owl story. Last week I was walking the path from our house to Daddy’s office out back. It was dark, probably 10:30 or so, and I heard this funny little chittering sound in the trees. It’s the sound I’ve come to recognize as hungry baby owls demanding food or fussing at each other for a look out the nest hole.

This sound though, it wasn’t coming from the direction of the nest.

I ran inside for the binoculars and flashlight, and soon found them, high up in a tree fighting over some feathered snack. Two little grey fluff balls, out on a branch for all the night to witness, like it wasn’t anything at all. Mom and Dad owl were nearby, and one poor fella was still in the nest, chittering and bellowing to his siblings. How clearly he wanted to take up his part in the fray!

I scanned the trees all the next day for the babies, but found only the parents. Then that night, all three of the babies were in a new tree, noisily greeting this new expanded existence. It had just gotten dark, so the boys were still awake and got to come out to see the babies. We were all so proud, watching them bob along the branches. We felt like we could take just a little bit of credit for there being three brand new owls in the world.

Then, just like that, the next day they were gone. Vanished. All of them, even the parents. We haven’t seen them again since.

That same day, one of our caterpillars (one of seven that we’ve been feeding and cleaning up after for days now) hung from his branch and formed his chrysalis. His brothers and sisters are growing fat and threatening to follow him into newness.

And these boys of mine? They are doing their part to push the wheel of time forward too. They woke up this morning a full day older, limbs stretching overnight. They laugh, sing, and run toward their futures at top speed, without reservation, while their Mama and Papa chase after, snapping photos and calling out, “Not so fast, dear! Not so fast.”


If you haven’t already, you should definitely check out Molly’s sweet baby birds! The video is just magic.

stephaniefromtexas May 26, 2010 at 10:13 am

beautifully written.

i find that time seems to march on quicker these days. my boys are spreading their wings and soaring….bittersweet.

Jena May 26, 2010 at 10:16 pm

This brings tears to my eyes. Yes, running after them, snapping photos. So good to savor each moment. Thank you.

Nori Coleman May 27, 2010 at 7:26 pm

Love your posts! My kids have those big ole checkers, too.

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