The owner of the property had since seen the owls - or at least two of them - so I was really hoping I would be able to get some photos this time. Armed with two cameras, neither of which is working properly in autofocus mode, and a limited knowledge of how to use the manual settings especially in twilight, I sat outside for a couple of hours the first evening. But nothing. Nada. Not even a screech.
But last night after putting the horses to bed at dusk, I startled three of them on my way back to the house. The trio - a mom, dad, and juvenile, I think - were likely hunting in the field on the downward slope.
|Mitzi: And it's a good thing too!|
Mama Jean was threatening to tether me in the field
as Owl Bait!!!
|Mitzi: Well them poops smells waaay better than dog food!|
Me: (Mutters to self: There's no arguing with a Bichon Frise - they always win!).
The owls flew to the top of the trees, the largest owl screeching at the smallest one and coaxing him, or her, into the deepest, greenest branches of the trees.
|Papa Owl: You stay away from my kid!|
From a nearby treetop, the third owl screeched her instructions.
Mama Owl: Not there! Go over that way!
Make him hide deeper in the forest!
And for the next hour, I madly clicked away, trying to get some half-decent photos as the three of them played "Catch me if you can" among the tree tops in the darkening night sky. From the dozens of shots, I was able to work some photographic magic on a few to lighten the dark sky and bring out the owls - or at least their silhouettes. Enjoy.
|Owls in flight|
Magic and Boo say this post is long enough, and they aren't going to share the limelight with some silly birds, so I'll post photos of the rest of our visit in a couple of days. But I will let them have the last word:
|You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours.|
Gotta look our best for OUR blog post!