I was a young girl when I had my first owl sighting. It was a picturesque, snowy, winter day, when a barn owl landed on the top of my wooden swing set, on full display. My grandmother and mother called me quietly over to the window to see. I was completely captivated; it was the most magical thing I'd ever seen, and thus began my love for owls. As an adult, I still remember that moment like it was yesterday but would do anything to travel back in time to experience it once more!