Changing Shifts

As I was getting to work the last few days, somebody else was getting off work.  We meet in a parking lot surrounded by trees.

It was a Western Screech Owl.  (wiki image)

He flies low across the parking lot, and perches in the top of a coast redwood, looking at me.

Then up and off, into the fog, he flies away from the perimeter lights.

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