I heard a high-pitched whinnying sound tonight at dusk. Coming from a woodsy area across the street. There are no horses around – at least not up in trees. So I googled “bird that sounds like a horse.” It’s a screech owl! That is so cool.
Why does it fill me with such excitement? Because it’s something I don’t hear every day. Something wild, even exotic. I love hearing the hawks screech and the big sandhill cranes squawk every now and then while I’m going about my very ordinary day.
Maybe it has something to do with changing seasons. Fall’s on the way. But I think it’s just the wildness. Something in me thrills to the wildness. Yes, thrills. That’s the word. It’s a recognition by the wildness in me. So very squelched by modern life, but still alive.
I’m glad I still have ears to hear.