Extraordinary. The writing is lean and tight, the author's sensitivity highly acute. I very much admire the author's writing, but deplore his actions. In his apparent benevolence, he makes a fatal mistake. Having nursed the foundling Owl to adulthood, Owl remains captive in the author's house, a member of the extended family, but not a member of his own kind. At times, Owl sits by the window watching the big world outdoors, no doubt perplexed at why he is denied his freedom. At times, Owl even hoots for a mate. The author takes Owl outside, in his cage, to hoot in hopes of attracting a mate, but that is inadvertently cruel, for after the event Owl is returned to live contained inside the house. Owl will never know freedom, Owl will never know a mate. After a year and a half, Owl stops mysteriously eating and dies. A post-mortem autopsy by the local vet provides no answers, but I know the answer. When all hope was dashed, and the prospect of loneliness Owls only future, Owl lost the will to live. Owl's spirit was broken, and it is, after all, only that spirit that drives us onward each day.