We are the only ones who think owls are cute. For most creatures owls are shadow wraiths of death. The moon winks and your brother is gone.
I have wandered this property and found the humblest place on it, a speck of ground I doubt many would esteem as I do.
Someone just wheeled a clattering cart of dishes two hundred yards down the pebbled sidewalk from Dulcinea to the Welcome Center, obliterating all sound from the valley, and I’m now convinced we are the rudest, most irritating species on the planet.