On a winter's night under a full moon, a father and daughter trek into the woods to see the Great Horned Owl.

"This inquisitive, ornithological ode celebrates a love of birds-- no matter what we call them and why. A bird cannot be defined simply by the name we call it-- robin, hawk, peacock, swan. Nor can a bird be reduced to the exact blue of its neck, the tint of its red breast, or how it builds a nest. Celebrating all the ways we identify and enjoy winged creatures, this book suggests that only the birds themselves are able to give the truest expression...