Hoot

So, back home and looking for things to shoot. There was something going on in Forest Park called St. Louis Worlds Fare: Heritage Festival. I couldn't figure out from its web site what the central theme was. I went and, um, still couldn't find a reason for its existance. Kind of a punky little event with food booths and trucks; booths with people selling things like home remodeling, insurance and cheap mobile service; a couple of undistinguished artists and a stage that, while I was there, featured a girls dance school doing clean hip-hop stuff, if you can imagine such a thing. (Obviously not outta Compton.) 

All in all, a bit tedious. But there was one booth from a raptor protection center that had this amazing owl, just as calm as you please. The feathers have an obvious comparison to military camouflage clothing.
                                

       

A Hoot

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As I mentioned yesterday, the dogs attending the blessing of the animals at Christ Church Cathedral were generally well behaved. One other member of the congregation, though, soon had all it could stand. This beautiful owl sat silently on its perch for some time but then decided it had had enough. I think I've heard owls hoot in the countryside but this one had a screech. The sound was remarkable, always holding the same pitch and volume, threatening to shatter the stained glass windows until the owner took it outside. Amen.

WHAT'S AT THE END OF THE TRAIL TODAY: a cozy corporate hotel at Dallas-Ft. Worth International Airport.

TOMORROW: and now for something completely different.