Last night, here in my woods in Central Vermont, it was Owl-A-Palooza! Must be the bright moon, a bit of spring fever, and all the voles running about snacking on the all night buffet of my seedlings. There were some Bard owls asking “Who-Cooks-For-You?” and Great Horned Owls requesting clarification, “Who?”. There was also some Fisher Cat “screaming”, which, for a recovering city person, is absolutely terrifying as it sounds like a child wailing or a woman screaming in horror. I love this mountain, these woods, and enjoying the chorus of owls that creates the soundtrack of my nights.
I was inspired by my environment to make these fabulous Wise Mugs. There are only three left.
