I thought of this short YA novel the other day when I was out in the kayak. Mum keeps telling me she can hear a great horned owl. I have remained dubious. I’ve been outside a great deal and have not heard anything other than loons and normal bird sounds. Mum does have an irritating bird clock with whistles and what not every half hour and it can be heard outside. There is an owl on it, I think it is at noon and midnight. Mum hears this owl at other times. I was paddling around listening for mom’s owl in the silence of the afternoon, when I remembered this proverb.
Mortality can be frightening. Oddly, for myself, I am not afraid of it. For my mum, I am. She’s stubborn, independent, and more. In fact, the thesaurus might have her listed under synonyms for stubborn. It has kept her alive in situations others would succumb. I’ve never seen her this sick and frail before. I don’t want to leave in a month. And now, she’s hearing owls.