Monday, December 10, 2001

Days are all running together lately: a little rain, a little sun, once in a while there is a little snow that washes away as soon as it falls. The ocean is slate grey below us. The silhouette of Whytecliff is charcoal grey. The sky is ash grey.



The other night, as it snowed I heard strange noises coming from Deep Bay. Noises like those that a dolphin would make. Sort of high pitched buzzing or squeaking noises.



No one knows what it was; some say an owl, but it didn't bark or hoot like Barred Owls do. No one who lives closer to the water than we do has heard them.



Just another Bowen Island mystery.