I have a great affinity with owls. I really admire great horned owls. I see myself in them. They have been a fixture in my life since its beginning. I remember my mother taking me on a walk as a small child, it being October and near dusk. The woods were yellow, gold and orange, everything was wet. Woodsmoke filled the air. Off in the gathering of evening, a great horned owl hooted several times. My mother looked at me and smiled. "The road less traveled", she whispered in my ear.
