Posts Tagged ‘nature’

What I’ve Learned from an Owl

Lately I’ve been watching the adventures of Molly, a barn owl, via live video streaming on the Internet. (see  Two warnings before you check it out… 1.  Owls are carnivores.  I’ve watched her feed a rat to her babies…not for the squeamish.  2.  It’s addictive!  Some viewers have spent months watching these owls.

A California couple erected an ‘owl box’ in their backyard and installed a number of video cameras inside and outside.  Within two weeks, a pair of barn owls, nicknamed Molly and McGee, took ownership of the new ‘digs’.  They have already hatched one set of eggs (called a clutch), and are working on the second.  Their adventures are streamed online, and their popularity has spawned songs, books, videos, and a line of assorted gifts.

At this writing, three of Molly’s most recent eggs have hatched, and we’re waiting for the fourth.  I say ‘we’ because Molly has attracted thousands of fans (called MODs — Molly Obsessive Disorder) from all over the world, who chat while watching the live stream. It was quite a celebration recently when we watched hatchling #3, named Kelly, make her way out of the egg.

Every evening Molly (and her audience) waits for a visit from McGee, who is living out of the box with the first clutch, teaching them to hunt.  She places her food order with loud squawks, and sooner or later (usually later) he shows up with some tasty treat — a rat or mole or gopher — to feed his family.  Molly shares the meal with her new hatchlings, then returns to the work of sitting on the remaining egg.

This is real life, not scripted or contrived.  God created these beautiful creatures.  It is enthralling to watch the simplicity and complexity of their lives.  The fact that thousands of people are attracted to this site speaks of its appeal. It’s pretty simple.  Their needs are basic. They hunt, they eat, they sleep, they care for their young.  Molly is a devoted mother who is dependent on her mate to provide food for the family. (Owls are monogamous) McGee is a devoted father, who is training his young brood and taking care of his spouse.  Like us, they depend on God, and He provides them with all they need to survive and thrive. Watching the owls is a good reminder of that fact.

I can’t help but think of the time Jesus was teaching his disciples while the crowds overheard: “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not much more valuable than they?  Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?”  Matthew 6: 26-27 (NIV)

Okay, God.  I’m trusting You for all I need. But I’m glad I don’t have to eat rats.

Copyright 2010 Mary E. Egidio  — You can share this with others, but with attribution, and not for commercial purposes. (you can share it, but tell who wrote it, where you found it, and don’t sell it!)

Checking on the Gulf

Redding Beach June 2010I had to go see the Gulf this weekend.  I felt compelled.

We went to Reddington Beach to watch the sunset.  I dipped my toes in the water, it was clean and clear and warm.

The sun was a beautiful orange ball, peeking through the clouds.  A sailboat on the horizon drifted silently through the golden beams.  Two pelicans skimmed inches above the water in perfect tandem.  A diving bird hovered in the sky, then dropped straight into the water after its prey.  A man fished from the shore, while a hungry pelican watched from a distance, hoping for an offering.  Families splashed happily in the water, children built sand castles, teens played volleyball in the sand.  Other couples gathered, like us, not dressed for the beach, but coming to see the sunset.  The softening beams cast a warm glow on our faces.

We had gone to a wedding earlier that day.  The minister encouraged the couple to ‘understand what feeds your mate’s soul.’   My husband understands that this is what feeds mine.  And I had to see it, to take it in, in case it changes forever, as it already has for so many.

As we left the beach and crossed the drawbridge over the intercoastal, the sun was a bright red ball in the rear view mirror, a final display of color as it dipped into the water.  It was a beautiful evening.

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.” (Psalm 19:1)