I pulled off the side of the road and got out of the vehicle.
The time was 2:30 in the morning, and I knew nobody would be driving down this back road at this hour.
I left the headlights on my vehicle turned on while I walked under the tree to see if “it” was up in the tree.
The “It” that I’m looking for is an Owl. And I named him “Mr. Owl.”—a simple name.
Mr. Owl hangs out in this tree. In fact, he sometimes flies down to the fence post below and sits on top of the post. Not tonight, though.
I look up in the tree, but I don’t see “Mr. Owl.”
I had hoped to get a picture of him, but it didn’t look like it would be tonight.
The reason I was up and riding around so early in the morning was that I had gone to bed early, thus waking up early—and in my usual Spina-Bifida-related pain. So, I drove around to ease the pain—and hopefully, get a picture of Mr. Owl.
“Hoo-hoo,” I yelled up into the tree… No reply, though…
I went back to my vehicle.
I drove around in a twenty-mile radius while listening to my Old-Timey radio shows on XM Radio. “Gunsmoke” was playing at the time, and Sheriff Matt Dillon was hot on the trail of a lawbreaker.
The outside temperature was 39 degrees, and I had the heater on inside while I drove.
I drove all around the mountain where we live. Several times, I passed the tree and fence post that Mr. Owl likes to hang out on. He wasn’t there, though.
Around 3:45 AM, I pulled back into our driveway and made my way back to my room.
I got back into bed and went back to sleep.
I woke up at around 10 AM, making for a late start of this day.
That’s all for now.
Good Morning, All.
