So. Went to our grandparents’ summer house with my gramps to go fishing, and sure I caught two big pikes, but the BIG main event of this excursion was my meeting with this gorgeous Boreal Owl.
I was just strolling around the garden, taking pictures of flowers when I noticed something odd about one of the big nest boxes furter into the woods -I was certain there was supposed to be a big hole in it, did grandpa cover it for some reason? Two seconds later I realised to my shock that it was a bird -an owl- sitting in the opening. I quickly got my camera up and shot off a heap of pictures, convinced that the owl would be gone the moment I blinked. However, when that didn’t happen I dared myself to take just two steps closer, to see if I could get a better angle -and the owl didn’t move a feather.
I continously moved closer and closer until I was standing right beneath the nest box, my eyes about half a head below hers, and it was such an amazing experience it’s impossible to describe fully. We just looked into each others eyes and I almost forgot to continue taking pictures because it was like staring into the eyes of a nature spirit. Eventually we were just standing there looking at each other, the camera hovering in front of my chest, more or less forgotten, and an eternity and a half had passed when a sudden sound of a twig snapping further into the forest made us both look away, and then -as silent as a whisper- she swooped right by my cheek and landed on a branch a couple of metres away, turning around to look at me one last time before disappearing completely.
This was a meeting I will remember fondly for years to come.