Sunday, June 16, 2013

Montana #3: Owls

I stepped out onto the front porch this morning, coffee, Bible, and book in hand. Luke had left early for the ranch and Erin and Clara were still sleeping. Across the ravine in front of the cabin about 100 yards away, stand two pine snags. As I glanced that direction this morning, I noticed a large buff-colored shape on one of the branches. Without my contacts in, I couldn't tell what it was, so I set my mug and books down and stepped back inside for the binoculars on the table by the door.

The buff-colored shape turned out to be a juvenile Great Horned owl and a couple of branches below it, perched an adult owl

I love owls. The frequent hooting and caterwauling of the Barred Owls in the woods around home is one of the reasons I love where we live. But I seldom see the owls. Today, in a very different habitat from our piedmont woodland, I stood riveted to my spot, watching in wonder.

An hour later when Erin and Clara awoke, the owls were still there ... and I was still watching.   The only thing that makes a sighting like that more thrilling is sharing it!

1 comment:

Ash said...

I love owls as well and enjoyed your story about your owl siting.