As an undergraduate in Colorado, I chased owls the size of baked potatoes through ponderosa pine forests in the dead of night. These adorable and elusive creatures would elicit a faint hoot and I would lay chase. Up a mountain, down the other side. Pause. “Is this where you are roosting?” Another faint hoot from the tree across the way. Nope. Up another mountain. This was perilous and exhausting work, all in the name of science and conservation. Despite the challenges, I never looked back. I’ve been chasing elusive, imperiled species ever since. I chase mammals now, but hearing an owl call cut through a dark forest still makes my heart skip a beat. Conservation biology programs at small colleges are even rarer than those owls I pursued years ago. I love our community of Warren Wilson Owls, where students can chase their dreams, feathered or not, from day one.