Thursday Run

I did not take this photo...but I hope this is what that owl looked like.

It was nice and cold this morning, just below 10 degrees F, but no wind.  I heard an owl hooting as I ran past an old fencerow on Airport Road.  Maria's Grandmother maintains that owls represent death.  She's a decendent from Eastern Europe.  She once told me that when her uncle was sick and dying an owl sat on a fence post looking at thier house for three days while her uncle died.  Creepy.