05/14/2026
We have been watching the owls all spring. A nest high in the canopy, the slow patience of waiting, and then the small wonder of seeing the owlets begin to hatch. Each day a little more grown.
Then this week, a quilt appeared outside Alberta Hall.
A staff member spotted it on the way past and posted a photo to our team chat: does anyone know what this is about?
Sanj knew. Our operations manager had seen one of the owlets on the ground, fallen from the nest and clearly in distress. So she did what someone who loves this place would do. She found a Naramata quilt, laid it out on the gravel, and propped a long stick across it, hoping it might give the owlet a softer place to wait and something to climb.
That quilt has been wrapped around shoulders on porches in the morning chill. It has held tired guests after long drives, kids in cabin beds, and friends on the lawn under the trees. This week it became a soft place for a very small life to rest.
And then one of the parents came for the owlet, and lifted it gently back up to the tree.
This is the kind of thing that happens at Naramata. The trees here are full of creatures we are still learning to recognize, and our staff carry a quiet kindness for all of them. A quilt, a stick, a steady set of hands, and on Monday, the whole story arriving at our weekly staff meeting like a small gift.
Thank you, Sanj. Thank you, owls. And thank you to every person who has ever touched this quilt, leaving it soft and patient and exactly right for this one small life.
