“..watching an owl…with half-shut eyes, looking out from the land of dreams… he launched himself off spreading his wings to unexpected breadth, I could not hear the slightest sound from them…Guided amid the pine boughs rather by a delicate sense of their neighborhood than by sight, feeling his twilight way…with his sensitive pinions, he found a new perch, where he might in peace await the dawning of his day.”
Henry David Thoreau ‘Walden’
