So Hooty was the Barred Owl that frequented one of our trails this past winter. He, or She was given that name by a walking group that would see him just about every Monday morning.
One morning my friend and I went out to see if Hooty was anywhere around, but I took one look at the trail and I would not have gone any further, however another photographer that was there, seeing my dilemma, ran to his truck, got me a pair of ice grippers so I could but on the bottom of my boots. Then I was able to walk on the icy trails, and get a close look at this beautiful Barred Owl.
It is so amazing the length of time that Hooty would stay close to us. What’s also amazing was the focus of the photographers. Every one was silent, then at times there might be a low chatter, but if Hooty made the slightest move, the focus and quietness was back on again, in hopes of getting a flight shot. After thinking that Hooty may never move, he stretched a little.
One Sunday evening, Hooty flew close to the side of the road and sat on a post close by.
The below picture is Hooty enjoying a snowy day.
The last two photos were taken a few years back.
This last photo is the closest I’ve come to getting a flight shot….maybe next year!!