A charm of children is their gift of viewing a simple activity as a magical adventure. A little girl says, "It was late one winter night, long past my bedtime, when Pa and I went owling." A girl and her father search on a moonlit winter night near the farm where they live, bundled tight in warm wool, they trudge near their farm through snow "whiter than the milk in a cereal bowl." Along the way, hidden in wavy-blue shadows, a fox, raccoon, field mouse and deer watch them pass by. Interest builds as Pa imitates the Great Horned Owl's call once without reply, then again. From out of the darkness "an echo came threading its way through the trees." Schoenherr's watercolor washes depict a mysterious New England few readers have seen.