Great Horned Owl..
When I try to explain to friends why i rise so early in the morning to go shiver in the owl haunted woods, I find that those who have to ask my reasons cannot be made to understand them.
You either realize that this is one of those authentic experiences, one of the touchstones for living, or you don't. If you don't feel a thrill in the presence of a calling owl, then no explanation on earth will make you feel it.
There you stand in your human shape, flightless and night blind, listening to a killer that navigates through darkness. This creation lures us out of ourselves, while the owl remains tucked snugly in the pouch of his instincts.
"I rejoice that there are owls," says Thoreau. "let them do the idiotic and maniacal hooting for men. it is a sound admirably suited to swamps and woods which no day illustrates, suggesting a vast and undeveloped nature which men have not recognized."
Most of us still don't recognize that "undeveloped nature," that nature which dances and unfurls its life without regard to human purposes.
We can't hear the earth sing above all the racket our species makes.
Being in the presence of…and listening to owls is a remedy for such deafness.
Scott Russell Sanders
The Paradise of Bombs 1987