Depths of Light: Owl Investigations Class
"Coming down out of the freezing sky
with its depths of light,
like an angel, or a Buddha with wings,"
- Mary Oliver (White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field)
A cold winter night spent inside the warm nature center dissecting owl pellets, separating the small bones from the ball of undigested animal fur.
My owl must have had a good night as I discovered three rodent skulls within my pellet.
The wonderful naturalist, Ken Rosenthal took time with each child, helping them to identify the bones they found with those pictured on the anatomy charts he gave them. He thoughtfully engaged them with interesting facts about their tiny treasures.
Afterwards we took a night hike into the woods to listen for owls. The wintry air was brisk, and the moonlight sparkled on the snow like some sort of ethereal glitter. We did not hear any owls, but the crunch of our boots, the babbling brook and the sound of our breath was music just the same.
with its depths of light,
like an angel, or a Buddha with wings,"
- Mary Oliver (White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field)
A cold winter night spent inside the warm nature center dissecting owl pellets, separating the small bones from the ball of undigested animal fur.
My owl must have had a good night as I discovered three rodent skulls within my pellet.
The wonderful naturalist, Ken Rosenthal took time with each child, helping them to identify the bones they found with those pictured on the anatomy charts he gave them. He thoughtfully engaged them with interesting facts about their tiny treasures.
Afterwards we took a night hike into the woods to listen for owls. The wintry air was brisk, and the moonlight sparkled on the snow like some sort of ethereal glitter. We did not hear any owls, but the crunch of our boots, the babbling brook and the sound of our breath was music just the same.
2 Comments:
Your writing is music to my ears.
thank you, vicki, you are very kind.
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