The owl experienceFebruary 1, 2017
It was a slow night, so when the call reported a great horned owl at a downtown construction site, the dispatcher acquiesced and let 10 cruisers and the helicopter report.
The owl tilted his head at the fan of cars below. He looked at the strange, hard beast above. The only way out, he knew, was between the metal on the ground and in the sky, and so he fled the scene on spectacular wings held parallel to the earth. Away from the searchlights, he banked into the dark.
The phalanx dispersed to normal duty, mourning wisdom and beauty’s departure.