Late one winter night a little girl and her father go owling.The trees stand still as statues and the world is silent as adream.Whoo.whoo-whoo, the father calls to themysterious nighttimebird.
But there is no answer.
Wordlessly the two companions walk along, for when you go owlingyou don't need words. You don't need anything but hope. Sometimesthere isn't an owl, but sometimes there is.
Distinguished author Jane Yolen has cre-ated a gentle, poetic storythat lovingly depicts the special companionship of a young childand her father as well as human-kind's close relationship to thenatural world. Wonderfully complemented by award-winning JohnSchoenherr's soft, exquisite
watercolor illustrations, this is a verbal and visual treasure,perfect for reading aloud and
sharing at bedtime.

一個冬天的晚上，我跟爸爸去看貓頭鷹，這一天我已經盼望好久好久了。
月光耀眼，但天很冷，林子里很黑，我一句抱怨的話也沒有，我知道我要去看貓頭鷹，一定要冷靜，一定要安靜，一定要堅強，一定要勇敢。
我們來到了林子中央的一片空地，月光照亮了地面。
爸爸大聲地呼喚起來：呼！呼呼呼！呼！
有回應的聲音穿過樹叢，一只貓頭鷹的影子費了過來。爸爸用手電筒照亮了落到樹上的貓頭鷹，我們和那只貓頭鷹你看我，我看你，知道它無聲無息地飛走了。
月光下，我們回家了。