Tiny owl

By Liz

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.

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Posted: Monday, November 22nd, 2010

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