The ocean cast her misty net around us. A thunderous clap could be heard from the far off distance. The fog had arrived and there was no escape.
I imagined witches and warlocks flying around the isles of these waters.
The wheel of the ancient mill churned the waters of the fast moving stream. A light rain fell from the sky. Did a wizard live here?
Modern day folk relied on their local weather forecaster to predict the weather changes. Half the time, their prophesies were wrong. And so we navigated around the constant change of elements.
And while we didn't find a witch or warlock, I suspected they were there. For we spied upon crows and......
....a Snowy Owl? Most people thought we were looking at the house and stopped to snap pictures. Because that's what people do. But did they notice that something so rare and beautiful was on top of the chimney? No Snowy Owl remains in July. But this one did.
Hedwig. It had to be. Harry Potter's Snowy Owl. Only a dedicated Owl would stay in Maine during the summer. Harry and his friends must be vacationing from England.
This life bird lived up to its' reputation. The epic landscape and weather changes around Maine were incredible. Most of the Snowy Owls should be up north on their breeding grounds, but this one stuck around just long enough for us to visit. Pure magic.
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