A wise old owl
sat on an oak.
The more he saw,
The less he spoke.
The less he spoke
The more he heard
Why can’t we be
Like that wise old bird?
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I didn't realize that owls had the greenish color on them. I love that poem - and why can't we be more like that for sure??? sandie
What fun! I would have loved that and what a cute little owl. One of my favorite poems too. Thank you Ginny :)
How fun. I imagine out in the wild he blends in well when he's sitting in a tree
Just look at those talons!!
Oh, I would have loved to be there...
he is a cutie pie. we have 2 that live in our tree, I did get one shot of one of them... I like the poem and agree 100 percent.. would have loved to be at the library
It's pretty special to see able to see these birds up close.Glad you had that chance.
What a beautiful owl! He is small but his claws look very strong!
I have always been fascinated with owls. I think they are beautiful and it is very interesting as to how far they can turn their heads. Isn't it amazing how big the claws are...
Awesome!
Sue
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