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“Those were great horned owls!” Colin says, stopping the car completely. He opens the door and steps outside, looking to the sky. I follow, but the owls have already flown into the shadows of nearby trees.

“They were mobbing! I can’t believe it, my dad’s going to die when I tell him,” Colin continues, laughing. “On the fall equinox, too. Wow.” He stares at the trees they had disappeared into.

“You’re into birds?” I ask.

“Yeah, sort of. I mean, my dad is. We once flew in from Washington to do a HawkWatch backpacking trip with my grandma, west of the Great Salt Lake.” He shakes his head as he gets back in the car.

“I’ve only ever seen a few owls in the wild before. To see two great horns, mobbing at sunset? So crazy. Their wingspans must’ve been, what, four, five feet across? Did you see their talons?”

“Yeah,” I say, smiling as the car rumbles back into motion. “I’m kind of surprised, you never seemed that interested when I pointed out birds before.”

“That’s because you only like the little birds,” he teases.