It is twilight on the Cottonwood trail when I hear the loud "hootoooooo" and perched 20 feet up in the branches of a tree is the beautiful Barred Owl. He shows his mysterious face, his black close set eyes, his curved beak, then suddenly lifts up, spreads his wings and flies through the forest.
Owl sits on the hand of Pallas Athene, goddess of wisdom.
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