My students and I sat in complete and utter silence, spellbound as we listened to a recording of two Great Horned Owl’s having a conversation high up in the branch’s of the trees of our neighborhood park.
“Is this real nature?” Abner asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Later, as we dissected owl pelletts in the science lab, Abner again asked, “Is this real nature?”
“Yes, Abner, of course, all nature is real nature.”
“But not so much at school,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we don’t have any bugs or worms in our grass on the playground and my mom said it’s because the grass isn’t real and the flowers in our playhouse don’t smell and Ella said it’s because they are just pretend. So I just wanted to make sure that this owl stuff is real.”
“Yes, Abner, this owl stuff is real nature.”
“I knew nature was going to be cool.”
Tomorrow I’m ditching my lesson plans and we’re walking to the park to dig for real bugs and smell real flowers and roll down real grass hills and breathe real fresh air and see real nature.
I know it’s going to be cool.