A Walk in the Woods

Even though it's almost April, my daughter sinks into hip-deep snow when she steps off the trail to throw her arms around the biggest tree we've encountered yet.The snow around the dead owl, which is the size and shape of a seal pup, is undisturbed.The owl has no visible wounds or signs of...

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Published inCommonweal Vol. 144; no. 19; p. 39
Main Author Johnson-Miller, Betsy
Format Magazine Article
LanguageEnglish
Published New York Commonweal Foundation 01.12.2017
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Summary:Even though it's almost April, my daughter sinks into hip-deep snow when she steps off the trail to throw her arms around the biggest tree we've encountered yet.The snow around the dead owl, which is the size and shape of a seal pup, is undisturbed.The owl has no visible wounds or signs of age, only a fractal beauty, and the creature looks so healthy and whole that I have to ask, "It is dead, isn't it?" My daughter joins me, and we both bend down to stare at the owl.
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ISSN:0010-3330
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