Saturday, July 19, 2014

Hidden in Plain Sight

This week we saw our first owl. Whoot, whoot. We've been on the lookout for an owl, any owl for quite some time. Mainly because they are such teasers, i.e., we know they're around.

We hear them at night calling to one another. On very noisy nights when it sounds like they're having a party (a hootenanny, of course) we've grabbed a flashlight, gone outside, and tried to spot one of these illusive birds. The calls we hear belong to the Great Horned Owl and since they're perfectly camouflaged in the oak trees we've had no luck finding them.

We are not alone.

So there we were, out on The Vista, enjoying the cool evening breeze and watching dusk turn to twilight. Our wildlife lookout, aka Mele, gave a bark and The Man and I noticed a dark spot down on Eagle Ranch. Through his binoculars we could see an owl on the ground. It looked as though it had just captured it's dinner.

We shared the binoculars to watch it for several minutes before it flew off into the trees.

It was too unexpected and too dark for a photo but The Man thought it was a Great Horned Owl, he described the tufts of feathers on it's head.

One day we'll get a close-up of an owl. In the meantime, we will have to make do with the life-like guardian that sits on our fence.

Scaring the varmints away.