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Mollie

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A Few Haiku

How irksome that I

missed the photo op with John

Paul George and Ringo

Sumpin’ big for lunch

Alchemical reaction

That’s some big owlet!

Drowsy wakefulness

Solemn owlet monkey face

Sleepyheaded bliss

Four fluffballs asleep

Rise and fall of owlet breath

Sweet down comforter

Owls in sheep's clothing

Yes, we got our jamas on

When's dinner, Mama?

Parliament of owls

Chattery of owl watchers

Nouns of assembly

For six little owls

I have abandoned my life

They are much more fun

Four owls in the box

Only three are visible

Ryoanji Gardens

Four owls at the door

Watching as the world goes by

Enneagram Five

Flat rats are yummy

And next we’ll eat the bunny

Here they come, tummy

Leg extended back

And wing curved gently outward

owlet arabesque

Amber ochre gold

A slight wash of burnt umber

Rembrandt should be here

The hiccupping owl

is enjoying her breakfast

not just once but twice

Avataria

The land where strangers are friends

Feathered zen Kathleen

A palm tree beckons

The wide night sky sings your name

Tomorrow you go

June the thirteenth

Six birds asleep in the palms

Owlet Max an owl

Poem upon the Occasion of Wesley’s Second Refusal to Launch
One little owlet sitting on a ledge.
Along comes another owl and says, "Let's fledge!"
So they fly to the jungle gym not far away.
Out flies the third owl and says, "Let's play!"
So they jump and they hop on the trampowline
Till Wesley sticks his head out and cries, "That's mean!
I'm still in the box and you're teasing me!
I'll come out when I'm ready; just wait and see.
And when I do, I’ll branch like the baddest owl around.
But right now I'm staying home, fluffy in my down.”

Poem upon the Occasion of Wesley’s Expedition into the Morning Air
One little owlet peeping out of the box
Sets a foot on the porch and my, how it rocks!
Sets out another foot and hops to the perch,
Catches his balance when he feels it lurch.
Feels the air in his feathers, hears the mice on the ground,
Watches his clutchmates, tries to turn around,
Is the last one in as they all go home to bed.
He was a hero for a minute, now he’s just a sleepyhead.

Avatars: A hallucinatory prose poem

I was in New York watching Pale Male and Lola when suddenly I heard a voice saying, “Pendant que des mortels la multitude vile, sous the fouet du Plaisir, ce bourreau sans merci, va cueillir des remords dans la fete servile, donne-moi la main.” I turned around and there was this guy with a head made out of yellow jade with curlicues on top. And standing next to him was a lady with a cardinal for a head. "Elliott!" I exclaimed. "Jan (Bayonne, NJ)!" Just then a lady in nurse’s scrubs walked up and I recognized her immediately from the white F at her left ear. “Frances Gaffney!” I cried. They all looked at me without a trace of recognition. For several terrible seconds I thought I had gone wildly and irreparably insane, but then I remembered: I had logged in on the hotel's computer and was just a gray silhouette.

With Apologies to Mary O'Brien

Wishin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ and prayin’

Plannin’ and dreamin’ each night of a mouse,

I’m here at the door of our house,

So if you’re Mama or Papa, hear my pleas.

All ya gotta do is bring me a mousie, a rabbit,

or sumpin’ really big.

You gotta bring me sumpin' big just for me

Mice are nice this time of year

So are rats, gophers too

I can’t hunt yet

Really have no wish to

Won’t you do it for me

Just wishin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ and prayin’

Plannin’ and dreamin’ deliveries will start

You know that’s the way to my heart

So if you’re Mama or Papa, hear my pleas

All ya gotta do is bring me a mousie, a rabbit, a gopher,

Yeah, just do it, and after you do

I’ll hork for you

Triple haiku

The last owl is out

Gone from the box forever

The world awaits you

Our love goes with you

Not knowing where you will fly

or how you will fare

Godspeed, owlets four

You were never ours at all

But we are all yours

Poems without Words

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UPDATE on Molly, McGee, & the Owlets

7/4/2012 - July 4th - What a Wonderful Day

http://mollysbox.wordpress.com/2012/07/04/july-4th-what-a-wonderful-day/

7/1/2012 - The Boy (Kestrel) Fledges

http://mollysbox.wordpress.com/2012/07/01/the-boy-fledges/

6/29/2012 - Cameras Removed

"With the owl box empty, I decided it was time to remove the remaining camera and wiring and give Donna her dining room table back. Now you know why over time the picture gets fuzzy or cloudy. (See picture above.) Even though I was able to clean up the camera it no longer worked and had to junked like so many of the other cameras. These web cameras are just not designed for this type of use but we made them work. If you remember back then, I had installed almost a dozen cameras, all out doors (these are not outdoor cameras) with over 3,000 feet of wiring running everywhere so we could broadcast for you The Owl Box and surroundings. That is just what it took but now I have removed all the cameras and all the wiring. If Molly or some other owl comes back they will be able to have their babies without the world watching..."

http://mollysbox.wordpress.com/2012/06/29/cameras-removed/

6/16/2012 - Got Baby Kestrels

"Surprise, Surprise, we have baby kestrels. Just when we had given up and said nothing was going to hatch, look what popped up this morning. This kestrel hatch has been so different from ones in the past. In the past there was lots of bonding and tons of food being delivered with the box being almost a bee hive of activity but not this time. We observed bonding only once and rarely food deliveries and when we returned the female was not in the box but spending all her time outside of the box. We just assumed nothing happened. In fact, when Donna was looking out the window this morning she comments that there were just no birds in the backyard and that it had been a bust year. About an hour later I was looking out the window and notice a grey spot inside the circle and grabbed the binoculars. I started shouting, “We got babies, we got babies!” Donna came running over to see with a “Well, I ‘ll be.” We don’t have a camera on the Kestrel box so there won’t be any broadcasting but we will keep you posted on their development."

http://mollysbox.wordpress.com/2012/06/16/got-baby-kestrels/

6/15/2012 - Molly MIA

"Molly has not been seen now in over three weeks. She was coming back to the box on a regular basis as we reported, but then after she rejected the male that showed up shortly after the disappearance of McGee, Molly gradually decided to go looking elsewhere. Even though we have always said that this was Molly’s box and called it Molly’s Box. The way it really works according to The Book of Owls is the male picks the box or nesting location and brings in food to entice the female, so more than likely some male has attracted her to a new location or at least we like to think so more than the alternative that something has happened to Molly. Either way, more than likely we will not see Molly again.

Remember, this is not The End, it is only a chapter or a book in the cycle of life.

Gee, this has been fun, and I was a part of it but now it is time to move on."

http://mollysbox.wordpress.com/2012/06/15/molly-mia/

4/21/2012 - A Wisdom of Owls

A Wisdom of Owls, a novel by Mary Pat Hyland.

Molly Update: Molly rejected her young suitor, so for now The Owl Box is empty.

http://mollysbox.wordpress.com/2012/04/21/a-wisdom-of-owls/

3/15/2012 - Molly Is Fine

"Molly is fine. She has revisited the owl box every night just after sunset. The box has been empty during the day. She only stays long enough to look around, rough up some gag shag and then stomp on or dance around the patio. An owl’s way of letting other owls know this is her box...."

http://mollysbox.wordpress.com/2012/03/15/molly-is-fine/

Link to McGee Tribute page

3/12/2012 _Tribute to McGee and the Fourth Clutch

"It is with great sadness and a heavy heart that we are reporting that we have not seen McGee since March 9th, the day DeeDee hatched. We think he is gone....When Molly returned with food she quickly placed the gopher in the pantry and checked on DeeDee. DeeDee showed no signs of life, so Molly gently lifted DeeDee and placed her away from the eggs. It was a very moving moment. She then lightly touched the eggs with the palm of her claw searching for the warmth of life. We could tell there was none as she rolled the eggs over and over continually touching them, not wanting to give up. Tears came to our eyes as we realized that Molly is the only survivor of the fourth clutch....."

http://mollysbox.wordpress.com/2012/03/12/tribute-to-mcgee-and-the-fourth-clutch/