What do they think about, these silent sentinels in my container garden? Three owls and a red and orange frog resolutely look at the world, quite at home among the herbs, sweet potato vines, and flowering plants. This little fellow with the stilt legs is the latest inhabitant, a gift from Dawn and the children. Nearby is the Toad House, all outfitted for a weary toad to stop in and rest for a while. As far as I know, only one toad showed up here, and that was years ago. I think toads and frogs are rather scarce in my corner of the world. I wish they weren’t.
On the other side of the sidewalk is light-hearted O’Malley. I know that he’s jolly because of the happy grin on his face. However, he’s the quiet sort too. Unless…unless, at night when the moon is full and all the humans on my street are asleep and the wind whispers secrets that only wild things hear; unless, then, the owls, frog, and O’Malley talk over the day’s happenings, their lot in life, and what they believe their future holds. I wonder what they would say to each other?
Owls own a special corner of my heart. They are my favorite birds. Since no real, live owls are apt to come into my garden, I enjoy the ornamental kind. Who knows? If I happened to glance out of my window on some moonlit night, I might chance to see this night bird, a real, live one with feathers, come swooping in to check out those replicas that call my garden home.
Speak Your Mind