sunday

the boy slept late on purpose, betting correctly that feeling rushed on the day of the big event would leave no time for the anticipation which had recently come to dominate his life. hastily he threw on his pre-planned outfit: faded chicago bears sweatshirt, navy blue stocking hat and matching gloves. he hustled downstairs into the kitchen, where his dad filled a green thermos with hot cocoa and crammed bologna sandwiches into the front of his coat.

the man drove, his son quiet. eager and optimistic that this would be the year.

they shuffled to their seats. the boy grabbed the binoculars from around his neck and scanned the field below. they weren't too close, but they had a clean view of the action. satisfied, he passed the glasses to his dad and thought about how long he had waited to be here.
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but they had no idea it would be so boring. weeks of unchecked hype begat delusions of miracle: hordes of graceful beasts moving in unison, savage and balletic. their imagination couldn't have prepared them for this reality. sheets of rain. runny noses. the rare flash of excitement leading only to another sustained and eerie silence.

three hours passed like this, their naked enthusiasm no match for the sluggish pace of the wet afternoon. the boy sat slumped in his seat, his father contemplating the expanding hole in his left glove, when suddenly it happened.

so fast they should have missed it.

the man shot up with a grunt, rousing his son, as his eyes strained on the brown missile soaring through the air, down, fading, finally landing gently in the lithe brown limbs stretched delicately out into the periphery.

"holy shit" the dad said. "did you see?"

his son stood speechless, mouth agape. he pulled the binoculars to his face and watched the round brown bird shudder itself dry on the tree branch below.

the two passed the lenses back and forth, whispering breathlessly about the mighty creature's plume, its talons, its stark yellow eyes.

the boy said "dad. what a superb owl."

the man looked down with a smile. the boy was right.

this was one superb owl sunday they would never forget.