OWLS: MASTERS OF THE HUNT
Summary:
They move through the night as if stitched into it, seamless and soundless. You don’t hear an owl arrive. You feel it—the brief shift in the air above your head, a whisper of movement. It always feels me with a sense of awe. The silence is part of the hunt. Each feather, soft-edged and velvet-fringed, pulls the air apart without letting it stitch back into a sound. It is the most
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