In the settling light of dusk, I crouched alone under the great tree - trying to expreience the breath of the world, but shamefully thinking about cheese to eat when I got home. Time passed and the light faded even more. The calmness of the evening thrum began. Although I heard nothing, I began to feel as if I had company somewhere near - a shrew perhaps? One of my buggy friends? No. I glanced upwards. In full regal glory, the shaded figure of our long eared owl beamed, “Whazzaaaa!!” - and was gone.