May 13, 2009

Michelle calls from the forest. She hears owlets, just up the path from the roost tree. A half hour later I find her sitting under a snag, pointing upward.

"Here."

We spend another half hour looking up into the canopy, listening. There are two Douglas Fir snags, one tall, one half the size. Either would be a good candidate for a nest. Both reach into the canopy, Big-leaf Maple leaves the size of my open hand, difficult to see through.

The sounds have stopped. Our necks hurt. The dogs are bored. We see nothing except the canopy, cool and green.