owls

…He told her once when there was a storm a bird had flown into the house.  He’d never seen one like it.  The wind must have carried it in from some far-off place.  He opened all the doors and windows, but it was so desperate to escape that for a while it couldn’t find a way out.  “It left a blessing in the house,” he said.  “The wildness of it.  Bringing the wind inside.”

‘Lila’ - Marilynne Robinson