The Driving Chronicles 2

Yesterday's drive involved the 126 to Ventura, pouring rain, and my good friend Sarah.

The rain was really coming down as we neared Fillmore. Up ahead I could see something in the road. I thought it was a crow. As we got closer, the bird wasn't moving. It was definitely not dead because it was rigidly standing there. I had my lights and windshield wipers on and as I approached I looked and saw a sopping wet, drenched feather, wide eyed, terrified owl. It's wings were slightly spread and rain was pouring down on the owl and as I approached, it stood there not moving, staring, helpless. It didn't know what to do.

It was the most heartbreaking thing I've seen in a long time and I can't shake it. I felt so bad for it.