Bucket List: Owls
On last New Year's Eve, the conversation turned to Bucket Lists.
I find such lists ill-timed. If you have to be the waiting room to fulfill certain dreams, it is likely too late. Don't you want to do them far enough ahead of time that you can revel in the satisfaction for a good long while?
I've only a few things on a list of "somedays", and one is, to pet an owl. Harry Potter notwithstanding, these magnificent creatures are predators that must be handled by experienced falconers, and that's not a weekend course. Owlets, however, are pushovers for a nuzzle.
Just watch this:
There really is not much else.
Maybe Capri in quiet September. More bright rainbows, some cracking ocean storms (experienced from a dry cabin with a snifter of armagnac), a grandchild. A concert I had no idea was going to be transcendent when I bought the ticket, like life itself. The very best experiences are not for sale, or even determined by us.
Maybe Capri in quiet September. More bright rainbows, some cracking ocean storms (experienced from a dry cabin with a snifter of armagnac), a grandchild. A concert I had no idea was going to be transcendent when I bought the ticket, like life itself. The very best experiences are not for sale, or even determined by us.
The most important item on my Bucket List? A bucket that kicks smoothly and peacefully.
Do you have one? Will you tell us what's on it?
I am offline for a short time, and will respond to comments on Friday.
Do you have one? Will you tell us what's on it?
I am offline for a short time, and will respond to comments on Friday.
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That said, in the wake (again, sorry) of a few sudden deaths recently, we've been evaluating our lives so far. And I find I'm pleased with how mine has played out to this point. Still much that I'd love to do, given the chance, but nothing that feels worrisomely undone.
I did have a staring contest with a barred owl several months ago, but wouldn't have thought of petting anyone with eyes that fierce. Owlets, though . . . I'm sure you'll post if you ever get to stroke those charming feathers.
The only item in my bucket (other than the wish for a grandchild, of course) is also bird-related: I dream of a trip to Hokkaido in February, to see the courtship dances of the beautiful cranes who return to the marshes there in late winter. I see it in my head, like a Japanese wood-block print: the magnificent birds--white with touches of black and red--bowing and dancing in the snow on ink-stroke legs...
C.
A grandchild is such a gift I hope for you that dream will be realized in good time.
I have no formal bucket list but I would love to go to Paris someday and get back into a size 8 or 10!
Enjoy your blog break...
In Peterborough there is a lovely conservation place http://www.conservationcentre.org/ which has owls and hawks.
And you can visit us on the way.
Oh, so many things I want to do: go to Vienna, where my mother was born, go to Belgrade, where I have relatives, go to the beautiful cities of Eastern Europe, etc.
There are a few big books I need to read (or more to the point--finish).
Improve my French.
And, like you, a grandchild or three, and even more, seeing my children in happy relationships.
C.: So, you are a bird-lover too- and such an evocative image, dancing cranes.
hostess: The break is due to a visit from a friend, which is another of life's pleasures.
diverchic: Do they let you pet the owlets?
frugal: Am just now realizing how many of us have that desire for grandchildren.
LPC: I guess some people get some enjoyment out of making the list, whie others don't.
Jill Ann: I grew up where they were not infrequent- absolutely awe-inspiring, so I hope you do this.
kathy peck: A premise, and a "grabber" movie title, but maybe there is a gentler term we could come up with.
mardel: ... and maybe you have supplied us with that better term: Icing List.
Lindsay/Peterborough - better plan a trip.