Month of Thanks - Blah

I am usually a very optimistic, grateful kind of person.  Or at least, I think I am.

Without a doubt, I will have a brief moment of thanks everyday.  If I get to park in that great little parking spot.  When someone I don't even know pays a compliment.  If the sunset is pink and purple and blue.  When I get to have a few moments of silence for myself.

But something happened toward the end of the month that made me kind of blah.  Yeah, I was grateful for the things I am supposed to be grateful for, but I didn't feel like writing something down every single day.

So there you have it, the rest of the month went to blah.

National Geographic...In our own neighborhood!

We were at our friends, the Buchert's for an annual Christmas Caroling party and as we turned onto our street from 1250 west, something flew right by the side of Todd's window and perched onto a limb in our neighbors, the Jensen's tree.  It was a HUGE barn owl.

We parked the car in the middle of the street and just sat there staring at it.  I have never seen an owl that big up close in the wild in my life!  We were all enthralled.  What spooked us the most was the owl, just staring us down.  Todd rolled the window down and we got frightened that it might dive into the car and attack us.

After a few more minutes of gawking, we rolled slowly on home.  Slowly enough that we were able to watch through the back window as the owl swooped down out of the tree and tried to attack a little cat that was walking across the street.  The cat ran, and hopefully wasn't harmed.  But it was the coolest thing our little family had seen all winter long!