It was raining hard.
I almost didnāt see it ā soaked, shivering, and barely able to move.
A baby owl. Alone. š„ŗš§ļøš¦
Its feathers were matted. Its eyes were half-closed.
No mother in sight. No nest.
Just a tiny heartbeat fighting to stay alive.
I wrapped it gently in a towel, held it close, and whispered,
“You’re safe now.”
And then⦠it opened its eyes,
Looked straight into mine,
And let out the softest little hoot Iāve ever heard. š„¹
I thought I was saving itā¦
But that moment saved me.
