THE WISE OLD OWL : The Owl and the Grasshopper

Aug 18th, 2010 by rachel1919

Recently I have become fascinated by owls. This sudden interest in owls is mostly due to Molly the famous barn owl. Molly is a wild barn owl who, along with her mate McGee, is raising her clutch of owlets in front of a live webcam. My 6 year old son and I are really enjoying being able to witness nature at it’s finest.

My son asked if owls are smart, which I thought was an interesting question that made me wonder “why DO we view owls as a symbol of wisdom?”

The owl is not really a wise bird at all. The owl actually has a small brain in comparison to it’s size. Other birds such as crows, ravens and geese are much smarter than owls.

The origin of the wise owl dates all the way back to Greek mythology. The owl represents Athena who was the goddess of wisdom. In early Indian folklore, owls represent wisdom, helpfulness and they also have the power to predict the future.

I remember this nursery rhyme from when I was a child that depicts the owl as a wise bird.

A wise old owl lived in an oak

The more he saw the less he spoke

The less he spoke the more he heard.

Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?

As a young girl I fondly remember the smart little clockwork owl named Bubo who helped Perseus in the Clash of the Titans. There was also this Aesop’s fable.


The Owl always takes her sleep during the day. Then after sundown, when the rosy light fades from the sky and the shadows rise slowly through the wood, out she comes ruffling and blinking from the old hollow tree. Now her weird “hoo-hoo-hoo-oo-oo” echoes through the quiet wood, and she begins her hunt for the bugs and beetles, frogs and mice she likes so well to eat.

Now there was a certain old Owl who had become very cross and hard to please as she grew older, especially if anything disturbed her daily slumbers. One warm summer afternoon as she dozed away in her den in the old oak tree, a Grasshopper nearby began a joyous but very raspy song. Out popped the old Owl’s head from the opening in the tree that served her both for door and for window.

“Get away from here, sir,” she said to the Grasshopper. “Have you no manners? You should at least respect my age and leave me to sleep in quiet!”

But the Grasshopper answered saucily that he had as much right to his place in the sun as the Owl had to her place in the old oak. Then he struck up a louder and still more rasping tune.

The wise old Owl knew quite well that it would do no good to argue with the Grasshopper, nor with anybody else for that matter. Besides, her eyes were not sharp enough by day to permit her to punish the Grasshopper as he deserved. So she laid aside all hard words and spoke very kindly to him.

“Well sir,” she said, “if I must stay awake, I am going to settle right down to enjoy your singing. Now that I think of it, I have a wonderful wine here, sent me from Olympus, of which I am told Apollo drinks before he sings to the high gods. Please come up and taste this delicious drink with me. I know it will make you sing like Apollo himself.”

The foolish Grasshopper was taken in by the Owl’s flattering words. Up he jumped to the Owl’s den, but as soon as he was near enough so the old Owl could see him clearly, she pounced upon him and ate him up.

The moral; Flattery is not a proof of true admiration.

Do not let flattery throw you off your guard against an enemy.


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