It was the morning after the first real snowfall, when it covers the forest in white and turns the world into a silver mirror. The one day of the year She might appear.
We tethered a horse by a still pond and waited. After a long wait, the beast screamed, and there she was, presiding over her kill. Schnee-Eule, a snow-white owl twice the size of a man. I snapped a picture, and she turned and looked right at us.
I hunkered down, and tried not to breathe. My partner made a run for it. He didn’t get three yards.

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