local to local
We took one last trip to the Vestal Place. There are two young owls in the sheep shed now, making four all together. We tried to photograph them as they flew out. The young ones, who don’t yet have horn tufts, couldn’t figure out what to do. Are we the only humans they have seen in the shed? They flew back and forth from back rafter to front, finally making their way out the large door. Under their roost we found piles of owl pellets. They are amazing with perfect bones inside a ball of fur, all formed in the owl’s gizzard. And now, on the morning of my Open Studio, I am looking at the bones rather than hanging work and making appetizers.