Hoot Owl Sighting!
The most remarkable thing happened today!
It’s a snowy day here, so I left work early before the roads got too messy. I arrived home around 1 o’clock. As I stepped out of the car and shut the door the sounds of a scrape and then a swoosh caused me to turn. A Barred Owl swooped down from the vicinity of the porch and flew straight at me, gliding over my head off into the woods. Awesome!
It was straight out of a Harry Potter movie; my first owl sighting on the farm!
I’m not sure if he was perched on the porch roof, or a nearby tree, but I suspect he had his eyes on the ducks. The ducks may have sensed the danger because they were congregating around the water bucket inside their house.
I often hear owls at night and have scoured the woods in hopes of a sighting. Now that I know the owl is nearby my mission to capture him with my camera will recommence.
I’m still giddy!
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