I know why the beached penguin sings

This morning I landed at 5, slept a couple of hours, and then went into the office. Tonight my wife dined with our friend the vet. I drove to the Spring Creek Trail in Richardson for a nice walk.

The Spring Creek Trail features sidewalks running through deep wooded riparian creekside. As I headed back to my car while darkness slowly edged in, I saw a huge owl in a nearby tree. It had a rounded head, and stylish brown feathers. It flew to a farther off tree, and stood watching me, with big, owl-like eyes. Tonight I write about a watchfulness for ideas.

( white mouse ideas, ravenous raptors )