Compassion on the Cold Creek
🦉 When compassion calls, will Jessie answer?
Jessie was hustling toward the barn with a long list of chores when he heard the strangest sound – a soft, hurt little hoot coming from behind the old oak tree by Cold Creek. There, sitting all hunched up and shivering, was a beautiful great horned owl with a dragging wing and a cut on her head, looking up at him with big, round eyes that seemed to say, “Please help me.”