For several days, I've heard a couple Great Horned Owls hooting back and forth across my yard. Mid-August is too late for this to be a breeding pair, so I know these are likely newly fledged youngsters checking out the neighborhood. When Carlos came to work on repairing my wood floors, he heard the owls and immediately found one way up high; I don't know how he did it. 'Course, now I call him Owl-eye.
|Can you see what I see? (Hint: look almost dead-center)|
|He moved a bit and I zoomed a bit closer, but he's still cautious.|
| I learned we can tell he is a youngster because he still |
has a bit of the rufus (brownish-red) feathering
around his face and head.
After giving the youngster a bit of a break, my 'adopted daughter', Rheanne came over and I handed her my camera. Now, she is a photographer. In the mean time, the bird had moved some, so I suggested she try a shot from the other side of the tree. This is what she got:
|By Rheanne Velie|