Owaissa
Owaissa is the bluebird from the song of Hiawatha, Ori and Ken invited us up to their family cabin in the mountains for 4th of July weekend so after we saw Jac we headed off to Indian Hills. What an amazing cabin, it was like stepping back into the 30s. This cabin was built by Ori’s grandparents in the late 1920’s and they stayed there for the first time July 4th, so it is a family tradition to go to the cabin on July 4th weekend.
The driveway was steep and narrow and a challenge to get hobbit home into – once Joe got it up there, we found it was way too steep for it to level out so we couldn’t set up. Owaissa is in such a lovely natural setting and peaceful except for the fireworks and thunder. The first night we saw mamma fox, a glorious blond with black feet and on the second night we saw the two kits with darker coats and black socks. There were squirrels, chipmunks, blue jays, chickadees, magpies and birds I couldn’t recognize and we could just sit on the back deck and watch them come down to feed. The chipmunk stuffed its cheeks with the peanuts and seed – Joe thought it had a thyroid condition. The blue jays bought their chicks and taught them to open the peanut shells. Owaissa is a special place with such a cosy welcoming ambiance and steeped in family history. There is a story behind every piece, from the hand built chimney to the old rocker and the art deco vase with its naked figures that for years was hidden under a pillowcase. Thank you Ori and Ken for sharing this with us.
The Traveling Kiwi 