This morning, a large owl swooped past me in my final approach to work. It perched high up nearby, silhouetted against the lightening sky in the east, then took off across a field. When perched up high, its profile almost looked like that of a large housecat. So beautiful, and surprisingly large! I am always amazed at how silent their flight is.

About a month ago, on a different section of my commute, an owl was perched in a large cottonwood tree, hooting, as I rode underneath it. So majestic, and what a thrilling part of my ride!