Barred Owl -- David McKnight photographer (gift from reader Judy McKnight)
In September we visited friends who live an hour away, not far from the Lake Ontario shore. I wrote about their involvement in a group which helps maintain the Samuel Wilmot Nature Area a small gem tucked in alongside the growing community of Newcastle.
We were there on a beautiful day two months ago to participate in a tagging event for Monarch butterflies with nearly 500 swooped up in nets and carefully registered as they embarked on the journey to Mexico. I wrote a blog entry about the intergenerational crowd on hand that day amidst the wildflowers, looking out to Lake Ontario, and the sense of delight amongst the earnest participants. People were open and friendly even as they were purpose-driven.
Last weekend we spent time with our friends again and because it was another glorious day we returned to Samuel Wilmot for a walk along with many others. We strolled through a section of towering older growth trees and shared stories of seeing Barred owls there in the past -- we lived in the area for a decade.
We came around a corner to find a family with two children stock still on the trail and the boy carefully held up a finger to his lips and pointed. Sure enough, there was an owl sitting surprising low in a crook of tree, camouflaged almost to invisibility. We all watched as it seemed to examine us before taking flight directly beside the startled family. Ruth had begun filming with her phone camera and caught the owl swooping past the young teen girl's head, She was ecstatic when Ruth showed her the video clip and an airdrop was soon completed. Going on family walks is a hard sell for most teenagers but she was happy.
Again, there was an openness between total strangers that wouldn't occur in other settings. I am convinced that as humans we are made to have a sense of wellbeing in the presence of other creatures which allows us to be more fulfilled humans, our true selves. Of course, many people experience this without any specific religious convictions yet I feel that these moments are spiritual and they might agree.
I figure we are all children of the Creator, whatever our age may be. My faith is rooted in the Incarnation, the earthly, earthy presence of God in Christ who was aware of birds and flowers, water and trees and spoke of them as he taught.
Who knows what our next experience at Samuel Wilmot will bring.
Ruth Mundy, successful Monarch butterfly hunter



















