I hear nothing, only feel a slight breeze.

An owl’s feathers are silent in flight because individual barbs zipper shut so no air can rush through like the sound of desert wind. Each time I find a feather, I brush its webbing like velvet against my cheek. Sometimes, I close my eyes and fan the air by my ear. I hear nothing, only feel a slight breeze.

~ Terry Tempest Williams, Erosion: Essays of Undoing (October 8, 2019)


Photo: Burrowing Owl by Kevin Juberg (via Voice of Nature)

Comments

  1. incredibly beautiful

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  2. TTW is awesome – it’s great to see this epistolary love affair bloom….. your appreciation lets you find the appropriate incredible photos to the words.
    An amazing and awesome pairing.

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  3. I was *just* standing out in the back yard with the dogs and listening to an owl call out repeatedly. Gives me goosebumps. I am totally fascinated by these stunning creatures.

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  4. What perfect imagery in the quiet of the morning – one can feel the soft tickle of a feather against the skin, imagine a ‘whoosh’ disrupting the air.

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  5. I have to admit, while they are fascinating birds, I also find them a little creepy…

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  6. What a fantabulous photo. And of course, it goes perfectly with your choice of text – thanks to you, I downloaded her book…

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  7. Can’t get over this photo. So beautiful.

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  8. it has all been said… beautiful. grateful for a breath-taking moment.

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