“A young girl and her father go owling one late winter night. The land is silent as a dream, and the trees are motionless as statues. The father calls out to the enigmatic nocturnal bird with a whoo-whoo-whoo sound.
However, there is no reply.
The two friends stroll together silently because owling doesn’t require words. The only thing you require is hope. Sometimes an owl is there, and other times it is not.
The renowned novelist Jane Yolen has written a tender, poetic tale that tenderly captures the unique interaction between a little kid and her father as well as humankind’s deep connection to nature. This is a verbal and visual treasure that John Schoenherr’s delicate, gorgeous watercolor paintings perfectly compliment. It’s ideal for reading aloud and sharing before bed.”
