A sign of a wise bird.

Amazing. The feeling. When one finds shade in the desert. It's comfortable. Especially today. Because there's a stiff wind. Refreshing. Almost feels like a sea breeze. Despite the dryness. There's a cooling effect. I'm seated in a picnic grounds. At the foot of a sagebrush-covered steep hill. That I'm gonna climb. Another picnic area nearby is fenced off. With a yellow tape. Like one finds at a crime scene. But this is to keep people away. To protect the nesting habitat of newly born great horned owls. I look around. I see no nests. Just as well. A sign that owls are wise birds. --Jim Broede