A Christmas Message…
The owl perched high, watched the otters gnawing wood. Soon the mice would have to swim for their life. Till then the owl reflected on hunting in the good old days. When she could catch her supper with dry feet, and return to a favoured perch. Now her perches ended up being woven into lodges or dam’s. The owl missed the old days, when human’s roamed the earth. Now their homes held only ghost’s and spiders.
May I wish all Friday Fictioneers, a comfortable and productive Christmas period… May the words flow for you… Mike Humphris…
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I can’t help but think that’s a generous nostalgia on the owl’s part
Generous perhaps. In my district the mice are getting fatter, as they feed on the bird seed.
Ooo. The owl has quite a story!
Indeed he has, he is a wise old owl
I wonder if the otters and beavers will inherit the Earth and drown all the humans in response to global warming. Entertaining and fanciful at the same time.
Thank you James, If we humans were not around, forests might become to dense for owls
Dear Michael,
I find it interesting that the owl should miss humans.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Hi Rochelle, Owls find us humans entertaining, but they hate our cars.
I would think the owl would appreciate returning to a time when humans weren’t encroaching on their territory 🙂
Hi Linda, you are perhaps right indeed I think they would like to see less of us, and our cars… yet we not fatting the birds and mice for them
A rather melancholy scenario for the raptor but also a realistic one. Thank you for the holiday wishes, and I send them back to you, Michael.
Thank you Jade,
It’s the human’s fault that she gets wet feet when hunting, and there’ll be enough mice and other critters, I’m sure. No more pesticides, rat poison, cars, planes… sounds like a good life fro an owl. Happy Holidays, Michael.
The owls would love us to stop using cars and pesticides. I see and hear owls at night when walking my dog.
I imagine the owls would miss us. Wise as they are, they would miss laughing at our many foibles.
A great comment. Thank you
I think maybe the own liked it when he didn’t have to work so hard for his next meal…
That is so true, thank you Dale
A very long lived owl!
BTW, having to scroll through captcha pictures with a time limit is off purring!
Indeed this owl is wise. I am sorry about captcha
Your story is quite a hoot, Michael. Happy Holidays. 🙂
Thank you so much Bill
Wise old owls – would they miss us?
Have a lovely Christmas Michael <3
I expect a few might miss the old stone barns from past agricultural times. I thank you for your kind greetings
Now, I wonder who’s populating Earth and weaving the owl’s perches into lodges or dams.
Now there’s a question for my muse to think upon. If only I had the answer
A lovely tale, Michael. Merry Christmas.
Thank you Sandra, with a glass of port I will be merry
A lovely tale. Merry Christmas, Michael.
Thank you for the Christmas greetings and well wishes! This time of year I do a lot of writing. If that photo of the wreath is lovely, if it’s on your door it is truly enviable.
Claire, one of my brother in laws made the wreath, he will be so pleased to know that you liked it. Recently I read a year book published in 1880… I hope that those who compiled it enjoyed writing. Nearly a hundred and fifty years have past, but I felt a link to them.
Hi Michael, I don’t go through the entire InLinkz. I’m glad I found your site this time. I wanted to read your pieces but for some reason there’s no referrer for your site from mine. There’s also no like button for your post. Anyway, I want to say thanks for reading my FFs and happy Holidays to you!
Sorry about the missing like button. I will look into it