This summer our neighborhood barred owl family successfully fledged two young owlets. By the time I spotted them on a mid-summer night, with head lamp and binoculars, the sibling pair were peering down from the oak tree beside the road around midnight in an effort to figure who I was. At that point in their lives, they would spend their nights screaming in rhythmic succession until 4:30AM. Now, as fall approaches, they begin to hoot in long single notes, waiting for their full voices to arrive.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of an owl? What did you see?
Did you see your self reflected back?
Did you see curiosity? Did you see fear?
Did you see her wink?
Blink, and she'll spread her wings and vanish without a sound.