First of all, it stopped raining.
*shocker, I know.*
So Ian and I headed out after dinner to explore a nearby mega park (more on that another time.)
Secondly, while traipsing through one of the gardens, we came to a redwood area that was very serene.
There was a couple back in the back of this part looking straight up, and they excitedly showed us two owls.
whooooo's and all.
And for some reason, I was just enthralled.
These owls seemed almost mythical to me...like owls were only alleged creatures such as the Easter Bunny or Loch Ness, instead of a pretty typical fowl.
And finally, as we left the park, right above us a BALD EAGLE swooped down and stole a baby crow out of its nest. Now, usually I would be all sad for that baby bird, but I hate crows. Hate them. And I've never seen an eagle in the wild either so I was all...
"YAY eagle! Get that crow! Wow, look at him go!"
And the man at the bus stop might have been a little bit terrified of me in that moment.