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2/5/2022 After DarkRiding the straight shoulder of Chuckanut after dark, cars screaming by too bright too loud too fast, ducks rustling up from the flooded fields with my passing, and a barn owl glides towards the road. For a hopeless moment I think she’s going to cross and be struck but she lands at the edge of the ditch and turns her pale, flat face into the glare of my headlight.
We look at each other. She lifts off as silently as she landed. I ride on towards the farm. Sophie Owner | Baker Comments are closed.
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