The Water Owl

  Ok, so I admit it.  I have a weird sense when it comes to seeing things.  My brain can take the ordinary and twist and turn it into something quite unrelated to the original.  It does not take much to get my imagination churning.  Those wheels start twirling around and the cobwebs and dust in the corners of my mind fly in all directions.  Which is ok by me since the brain needs a good cleaning now and again.  

  Lately with the north wind blowing, the tide has been very low.  The water beneath the pier is shallow enough that things hidden by high tides of summer now are laid out in view.  This morning, an open clam shell caught my eye.  The perfectly matched shells were still connected at the hinge but, instead of being impressed by this marvelous specimen of sea life, my brain told me something entirely different.  I saw an owl.  Yep, an owl.  Why?  Who knows but I saw an owl.

  Now, pardon my poor attempt at sketching an owl (or anything else) using the "draw" thingybob on the laptop but I had to illustrate my point, somehow.  No one in the Little Bayou House could see what I saw otherwise.  This was just too perfect to pass.  Those eyes stared at me from beneath the water.  Yep...an owl!  An real, live Water Owl!  Sure....