While we were visiting the Newton Cemetery this weekend, the kids spotted an owl. Pretty soon, we realized there wasn't just one but four giant owls in the pine trees at the west end of the cemetery. Usually, I don't get quite as excited about birds as some members of our family (*Cole*), but it was really cool to see the owls. We watched them for a bit and snapped a few pictures of them. At least one was a Great Horned Owl; I'm not positive about the others.
There are a lot of myths about owls. Some ancient myths said they were good luck and others said they were bad. Who really knows, but it was awfully cool to watch them that evening.
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Your grandpa was the master of the owl call. I think it's only fitting there would be a few watching over his resting place. :)
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