Every fall, a great horned owl pays my mountaintop a visit. His usual perch is in an old-growth tree behind my house. Some nights he calls. Some nights another owl calls back. But mostly he just watches and waits…. It is both beautiful and unnerving when he turns his golden eyes on me, sizes me up, then moves on. I have sympathy for the wee creatures he’s hunting. Still, I look for him every year.