Great horned owl and the gloaming
Near the maintenance barn between the woods at Winterthur and Wilmington Country Club, the great horned owl perches in early evening. My friend Susan loves to go owl spotting as I do. We especially love this time of year because the owls are mating and the woods are clear. Most of the time that we walk, we talk and talk but not so when we take the adventure to search for owls. Then we fall into silence letting the woods talk and the owl call.
I don’t know why I am so drawn to the owl but I marvel at its silent flight through the woods navigating so carefully between the trees. Perhaps it is the isolation or solitary nature of the owl that calls to me in some deep way. Mostly, however, it is the fact that the owl thrives at the gloaming, the special time when day is ending and night begins, bridging the two worlds with complete detached composure. A lesson for me to learn-