location: seneca, or
season: spring
backstory: owls have spoken to me since early boy scout hiking and camping adventures. their whole demeanor inspires: calm, quiet and yet also a strong, skilled hunter. they rule the night.
a rancher outside seneca told me of this great horned owl in an old falling down barn down the road. entering the shadowed interior was like stepping back in time, probably 100 years. unused, it became the castle of this great creature.
it tolerated me for a short time; flying back and forth, perching here, posing there until tiring of me, decided it had had quite enough and suggested i depart. in respect, i did.
in nature, greatness can be seen in many forms, vast panoramic landscapes, intense winter storms and majestic creatures that inhabit this place.