I moved to Seattle in the summer of 1979. My roommate took me hiking in the Cascades with her and a friend, who was an avid birder. As we were hiking along, he suddenly grabbed our arms to stop us, signaled to be quiet, and pointed to a branch extending across the trail perhaps 8’ over our heads. Perched there, staring at us, not moving, was a tiny owl. Although I don’t remember what kind of owl it was, I will always remember that seeing that tiny owl took my breath away. I recall that experience every time I hike, and it always makes me think that this wildlife is out there, whether we come out or not, whether we see it or not, and I find that invigorating and humbling at the same time.