I donned a warm jacket and pulled on my boots. I left Jessie, my black lab in 
     
     the house, as I wanted to approach the owl, or at least where I hoped it would be, as 
     
     quietly as possible, and she tended to make a lot of noise running through the woods. 
     
     I walked along the path through the woods until I was near a large stand of spruce 
     
     where I suspected the owl to be. I was about 200 yards from the house. I stopped and 
     
     listened; only the soft, steady sound of my own breathing returned to my ears. I 
     
     left the path and meandered my way through the trees till I stood in the middle of a 
     
     large spruce stand; sure that if the great horned called now, I would be able to 
     
     locate it easily. Suddenly, about 30 yards in front of me, I heard the sound of 
     
     something moving through the crisp snow. I stopped, expecting to see a snowshoe hare 
     
     go bounding away into the moonlight dappled shadows. I held my breath, listening; 
     
     nothing. After a moment, I took several steps, when, just at the farthest extent of 
     
     my vision through the trees, I saw two ghostly shapes. I stopped. Slowly, the 
     
     shapes moved from the shadows into a moonlit opening; it was two coyotes. Then they, 
     
     too, stopped, their attention focused in my direction. I stood frozen in my tracks, 
     
     barely daring to breathe; not from fear, but, rather, in fascination at seeing the 
     
     coyotes so close. I had often seen coyotes, usually late at night, crossing various 
     
     roads in the area as I returned home, but it was always a fleeting glimpse of a pale, 
     
     dog-like creature slinking off into the darkness. I had even seen one or two coyotes 
     
     during the day, though usually at a distance as they crossed a farmer's field. I knew 
     
     there were coyotes in the Emyvale area, as I had seen their tracks across my snow 
     
     covered fields on more than one occasion, and my kids and I had often heard coyote 
     
     pups yapping on early summer nights. Perhaps that was why I wasn't particularly 
     
     surprised on encountering these two in my woods. Still, on the side of caution, I 
     
     slowly retreated and put my back to a large maple tree behind me. My movement, 
     
     slight as it was, must have pipped the curiosity of the coyotes, because they turned 
     
     and moved in my direction. For the most part, I stood in shadow, but I had no doubt 
     
     at all that the coyotes knew exactly where I was. They approached to within about 50 
     
     feet of me, stopping periodically to sniff the air. Their boldness and the light of 
     
     the full moon allowed me an opportunity to get a good look at them. They were about 
     
     the size of a full grown German Shepherd, although they looked somewhat heavier 
     
     through the shoulder area. Their fur was a light, tawny-grey colour, with 
     
     distinctive dark streaking through the collar and along the back. Their muzzles 
     
     where darker than the rest of their heads. I couldn't tell the sex of either coyote, 
     
     as they appeared to be roughly the same size. But it was their eyes that struck me 
     
     the most; they appeared to glow. Even though I knew the effect was caused by the 
     
     moonlight reflecting off the snow and then off the back of their retinas, as it does 
     
     with most animals when, at night, a light hits their eyes a certain way, it lent the 
     
     two coyotes an almost supernatural quality, as if these were two unearthly beasts 
     
     from a Grimm's fairy tale stalking the land in the dead of night. They approached to 
     
     within about 30 feet of me, no doubt wondering what the heck I was doing standing 
     
     against a tree in the middle of the woods at that time of the night. They made no 
     
     sound, except for the crunch of their feet on the snow. They stopped and watched me; 
     
     and I them. We stood like that, looking at each other in silence for about 2 or 3 
     
     minutes. Then, I raised my arm, more to see their reaction than anything else. My 
     
     movement caught them by surprise, and obviously startled them. With a sharp "woof", 
     
     they turned and dashed off through the woods. Only for a few seconds more could I 
     
     see them running through the moonlit trees... now light... now shadow....now 
     
     light...then, like smoke wafting up into the night air, they were gone. 
     
    

    
     I stood there, listening to the soft breeze through the trees, and the sound of 
     
     my own heart beating. I started to walk back towards the house, and was surprised to 
     
     find myself trembling slightly. I had not been afraid; at no time did I feel that I