That I should spend the last dozen winters of my life chasing owls defies logic. Before I began, I festered with the pervasive apathy of modern civilization. Humans pillage the environment and homogenize the forests. We drive Sport Utility Vehicles the size of a house and hunt for pleasure. And when the hunting turns sour, we shoot road signs.
Owls adapt, they have no other choice.
They hunt to survive. There are no pleasurable diversions. And when they don't, they perish. For me, owls define the word survival.