My Husband Loves Owls & As It Turns Out, He Married One

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When I started dating Mr. B, I learned that he was an avid birder.  A what, I asked?  I found out that not only did he enjoy this daytime hobby, but that he also enjoyed an occasional “owling” session in the middle the night.  Que, que?

I was convinced that once married, he would choose staying in the warm bed with his new bride over going owling at nights.  Lucky for me, he was too exhausted most of the time and stayed in bed.   At first I didn’t give a hoot about owls but then I learned more about them and happily supported Mr. B’s love for birds and all wildlife.

Did you know that you can actually go out and call the owls and they will return the call?  Mr. B is highly proficient at owl calling and can imitate them perfectly.  Click here if you want to listen to some real owl calls.

*Fun fact: The female barred owl call, sounds like it’s saying, “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you?” Take a listen.  

So what is my point and why does the title of this post say that he married an owl?  Let me explain.

I have recently discovered, now that we have no owlets at home, that I must be either part wolf, part vampire or part owl.  Since vampires are over exposed and wolves are creepy,  I choose owl.

Holy, night owl!  

I have become a lover of the night.

A woman of the night.

A spirit of the night.

come alive when the sun goes down.  

I go from being a tight and stiff little chrysalis to becoming a beautiful and free butterfly.

Well, you get my point.

As many of you know, morning is not my time.  That’s when my joints ache and when I lay in bed for hours.  By 2:00 pm, I am finally vertical and somewhat alive.  By 6:00 pm, I am ready to…PARTY!  Almost everything in my body feels a bit more loose and I just want to go out and conquer the world.  The problem is that the world has already been conquered by Mr. B during the daylight hours and all he wants to do is fall flat on his face on his side of the bed.

Three weekends ago we stayed out until 1:30 am.  That was one of the best nights we have had since, for ever.  I felt alive as I took in the sights and smells (pot smoke mostly) of the night and all the joy that came with it.

This past weekend we went to a concert to see a group I have raved about called, Postmodern Jukebox.  You really need to check them out.  

Mr. B had spent the entire day ending hunger, curing cancer, planting our garden, mowing the lawn, painting the side of the house and bringing me breakfast and lunch in bed.  I, on the other hand, had spent most of the day  horizontal.  By 7:00 pm I was PUMPED and ready to take on the night.

She only comes out at night…

(Oh-oh, here she comes)
Watch out boy
She’ll chew you up
(Oh-oh, here she comes)
She’s a maneater

Before leaving for the concert, Mr. B looked around for some kind of dinner I may have made for us and that’s when (not unlike the female barred owl), I said to him,  “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you? Not I.”   So we and our empty stomachs, left for the concert.

As we waited for the concert to begin (at the bar),  I began to feel so loose and free that not even an unbuckled seatbelt could compete with my looseness.  I smiled at Mr. B and told him how much I loved him.  In fact, I told everyone around me how much I loved them (empty stomachs will make you say stuff). I wore black funky heels which I never wear anymore just because I wanted to.  Although I took them off for most of the concert, I felt feminine and beautiful.  Oh, and I  told random people around me that they too, looked beautiful.

After enjoying the music, behaving like a real groupie and literally swaying my arms from left to right along with the music and the crowd, the show was over.  For most people.  For me, the hunt had just begun.

I needed to stay around the venue to meet some of the band members.  Particularly, the piano player and the hot bass player.  Sure enough, they finally came out and blessed us (me) with their presence.  I got my picture taken with both Mr. Bass and Mr. Piano.  I also proposed to both of them.  They were very afraid.

She only comes out at night…

(Oh-oh, here she comes)
Watch out boy
She’ll chew you up
(Oh-oh, here she comes)
She’s a maneater

Then, Mr. B practically carried me to a bar nearby so that we could put some food into our stomachs.  The name of the bar is, The Dirty Truth.  Is that not the most awesome name??  We had 10 minutes to order before the kitchen closed.  I remember welcoming the waiter to the bar even though…he works there.  Suddenly, who walks in but the hot bass player.  He saw me and panicked, (it’s the crazy lady again!)

As Mr. B and I ate and drank some more, I turned to him and told him that he was the best husband ever.  I told him how much I appreciated his willingness to have fun with me and to humor me while I basked in my high from being out and feeling free.  I also thanked him for taking  me out of my daily “cage” where I sit alone in pain for hours at a time.  And for letting me fly.

 Although I wasn’t allowed to keep or eat my prey (like Mrs. barred owl gets to do), I enjoyed the hunt, the sights and the company.

I would rotate my head 270 degrees for Mr. B, anytime!

30 thoughts on “My Husband Loves Owls & As It Turns Out, He Married One

  1. I know birders well having working two winter seasons down in the Everglades 😉 There’s always been something about the night for me as well. I may get up early, but don’t even think about talking to me until after coffee. After 1 pm is when my brain finally starts to wake up all the way.

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    1. How nice that you got to spend some winters in the Everglades. 🙂 I go visit my mother in Puerto Rico every February to get out of the freeze! Glad to know there are more night owls out there. 🙂

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  2. How wonderful that you two are rediscovering one another, and that you are able to fly free! Just don’t eat too many field-mice – they’ll give you indigestion.

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    1. Yes! I highly recommend it. 🙂 Although, this weekend I’m staying put especially since my daughter is back from college. Wouldn’t want her to see what her mom is really like! LOL. Thanks for reading. 🙂

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  3. I love reading about you and Mr. B.

    You could say I give a hoot. (Never again)

    That bass player looks…excited to be hanging with you! I loved the butterfly chrysalis reference 🙂

    -Briton (I never got back to you the other day because I get distracted easily)

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      1. I want to show you a thing but I’m not sure how. Hmmmmm. It’s just a dorky drawing. Anyway.

        DID YOU KNOW that tawny owls (the ones which go ‘twit twoo’) do NOT go ‘twit twoo’, rather they are partnered, and ONE owl goes ‘twit’ and the other replies with ‘twoo’?

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        1. So cool! I just shared this with Mr. B and although we don’t have Tawny owls here, he did know that fact and was quite impressed. Please show me the drawing!!!! Pretty please??? PM me on FB

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  4. You are one hell of a bird, Mrs. B. Free range! You are a hoot-and-a-half. My Mrs. B and I have our signals, but these types of calls of the wild. Who am I kidding. I’m the loud one when we venture out of our nest, and she’s the one who has to keep me from flying too far out of her comfort zone. You sing Hall and Oates very well, by the way, Mrs. B. 😉 Your Mr. B must have a lot of favorite songs from them. ❤

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    1. I love being called free range!! That’s exactly what I want to be. If Mr. B builds an invisible fence around me, to keep me safe and so that I don’t wonder too far, I should be all set. I think he might want to clip my wings as well so that I am identifiable if found. Maybe even a gps chip inserted into my body, perfect! And yes, we love Hall and Oates!

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    1. Barn owls are my husband’s favorite. He has done a lot of work in trying to get them back to our area, building lot’s of boxes. They are all beautiful birds. Kind of like me… 🙂

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    1. Yes, I am loca. Mr. B didn’t realize what he had gotten himself into when he said, I do. He is awesome because he knows exactly how much freedom to give me and when to reign me in. When he uses the owl call on me, I respond! hee,hee

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    1. I feel like I’m born-again! It definitely has to do with having the kids gone and realizing that the nights are ours now. It’s a good thing Mr. B keeps a short leash on his owl wife so that she doesn’t fly to far away and get herself into trouble! 🙂

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