This morning, just as the first light crept over the trees, I heard the barred owl. Not the playful “who cooks for you” cadence, but the long, searching whooooo. A contact call, the owl’s way of saying: I am here. Where are you?Earlier this summer, the valley answered back. Adults and fledglings filled the night with their location calls, a chorus of presence and reassurance. Today, there was only silence.Isn’t it funny? An owl today. A creature recognized for centuries as a symbol of wisdom. And that’s what struck me: wisdom calls. The long whoooo was not just a location...