And then I see it. Clear as day, atop the State Beach dunes, still and proud as a statue. Though the warmer weather has rendered its face in darker hues, there is no mistaking the majestic — and sometime mythical — snowy white owl.
What a weekend for outdoor time — sunshine and barbeques and numerous flip-flop sightings. I’ve been driving around with my windows down and enjoying every second of this spring. Even the 4 am wakeup calls with my dogs have been enjoyable, with Mars huge in the sky and the pinkletinks still reeling from a late […]
I love seeing doors slowly begin to open all along Main Street. We have new places to meet up, new menu items to try, and the men in brown delivering box after box to our local purveyors of goods for our window-shopping delight and eventual consumption. All set to the backdrop of pinkles tinking and […]
One time, a friend wrote from Afghanistan thanking me for a birthday shout-out. And every time my column is late to go live, I get angry emails from a couple of Texans who eagerly await their weekly dose of Dock Street gossip like two junkies who just can’t kick the Murdick’s Fudge.
I’m on a plane now returning from a lovely, warm week in New Orleans, preparing to get dumped on by two feet of snow upon landing. What were you guys doing while I was gone, a full-on snow dance? I leave you all for one week and it’s wintertime all over again. When technically speaking, […]
As I type this, I am on the boat to a weeklong vacation on which I will not be looking for snowy owls around every corner. And maybe by the time I get back, those little rascals will have vacated, taking all that majesty that I have yet to witness with them. Though I never […]
I need to express my sincere gratitude for you, my readers, for banding together to offer your support and encouragement in my search for the snowy white owl. I am sure many of you are sick of reading about my obsession with this particular critter, but you are the silent contingent, as the rest of […]
This week in the search for the snowy owl — which from this moment forward, let us never speak of again — Dad and I drove all over tarnation looking for what has become our collective nemesis, when Dad finally proclaimed, we are done. I said we should just go back to finding four-leaf clovers, […]
I’ve had another week in futility seeking out the snowy owl, but I appreciate the encouragement and tips I have received from you folks in my continued quest. This week, I followed David Nash’s suggestion to scout out the areas behind and around Katama Airfield and the FARM Institute, where David has seen the critters […]
Holy snow! It is just blinding out there. And we’re at a standoff here in the Dolby-Weagle household as to whether we should rejoice in this winter bounty or shake a fist at the sky. Those who’ve been playing along know where I stand on the matter: I love snow! Dave is OVER IT. Dad […]