One of my worse fears. I have an open view, and I hear people, loud, chatty, young people. I know the Owl is leaving now, heck I may.
A troop of teenage girls is lead down a trail that will wind down and around where I am. Tourist season, amazing how they show up where you least expect.
They all go by, not a glance, heads buried deep in their cell phones!
The owl and I exchange a glance and I swear he seems to shake his head in wonder.
Another ‘You can’t make this stuff up’ moment.