Imagine…imagine. It’s 10:30 pm. Just before bed we dip into the outdoor hot tub, reminiscing about the day, relaxing. Suddenly we hear a soft russle of feathers. There before us on the arbor is a beautiful, white with speckles, 45 cm tall, owl only 3 feet away. This is a sacred moment in the stillness of the evening. Our gentle friend stayed with us for about 10 minutes and then flew off with hardly a sound. When we remember our encounter with the wise old owl, my husband and I are still in awe.