Let's Go On an Owl Hunt

We had heard there was an owl in our area at the cabin.  The Macphersons had seen it, and we were hoping to see it, too.

This morning, Don came inside about 6:45 a.m. to awaken me.  He knew I would want to hear what he was hearing.  Sure enough, as soon as I stepped outside, I heard the four hoots.  About 30 seconds later, we heard it again.  And again.  And then its mate.

We decided to see if we could find it.  As we climbed the mountain, we heard a loud screech.  At first we thought it was an owl, but it turned out to be a red-tailed hawk.  Big.  Loud.  Scary.

After traipsing around the hill for awhile, we heard the owl again.  We were getting closer, but we didnt know how close.  We had stopped to see if we could see it, but no, we couldn't.  Don began to go ahead, and suddenly, from just above us, the little guy flew away.  Well, he wasn't so little - raven-sized, I guess.

I know seeing an owl is not the most exciting thing to some, but to us, it is a big deal!  We had not had the opportunity to see one in the daylight, up close.  Fun times!