I was twenty-four years old when I saw my first owl.
I had been a student at Wilderness Awareness School for only about a month or so, and I was over-the-top excited about all of the cool things that I was learning about the natural world.
True to my perfectionist nature, I was taking my sit spot "homework" very, very seriously. I was determined to visit my sit spot every single day--no matter what--for at least twenty minutes.
One autumn evening, as I fox-walked slowly through the forest to get to my spot, out of the corner of my eye, there was a flash of silent wings.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed a creature landing in a nearby tree. At first, I thought it was a cat, but then I reminded myself that cats don't fly. I focused in and noticed the creature's pale face, the dark rings around its eyes, and its vertically-streaked belly.
"Woah!" I exclaimed to no one in particular. "That's a freakin' owl!!"Read More