Our owl made a grand appearance again last Friday. I call him “ours” because he’s a great “horned” owl, and we are the Horns. I don’t think that’s a coincidence. Each time he visits it feels like it’s just for us, and I am granting myself this one delusion. We…
The Owl Watching Over Me
Five years ago I was sitting in our family room in Portland, staring out the window and chatting on the phone with an old friend when he swooped in. A gorgeous spotted owl. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. He perched on a tree at the edge of…