I have never had the opportunity to photograph an owl in the wild. (This picture was taken at a local fair – found a pattern yet?) Yet they are a regal and noble bird. Certainly more widely respected than the flamingo or toucan. Growing up, there was a great horned owl that always appeared at the park just before dusk. He would sit on the branch of a large dead oak and survey the land around him. My family would drive by and see who could spot the owl first. On several occasions we were given the chance to see him (or her) flawlessly glide out of his tree across the field. Definitely a fond memory.
My father built an owl box once and it was aptly named “Hooter Hall”. We actually had a resident owl for a while. Before the local squirrel population took control. Looking for another weekend activity? Try building your own owl box!
