What do I see?

Last night, I ran out of time to look through the many photos I've taken this week, of this tiny Northern Pygmy-owl. I always find it overwhelming to have to look through so many shots, especially when there are a lot of very similar ones. So, this is a rather quickly grabbed photo showing the little popcan-sized owl looking down at the ground way below. Most likely it had seen movement, maybe a Meadow Vole. I love the pattern on top of its head and its forehead. Unfortunately, some of the chest feathers are blown out, thanks to the bright sun in that spot.

The past week has been amazing, watching this owl. Most of the time, it sits at or near the top of very tall trees, often for an hour or two. Then it will fly to the top of a different tree and do the same and eventually, if one is lucky, it might just fly down to a somewhat lower branch or very briefly to the bushes. If one is even luckier, it might fly down to the snow-covered ground and catch a Meadow Vole.

Each day that I have been, It was so good to see so many friends again - lifted my spirits, for which I was so grateful. My thanks to each and every one of them. For me, this is so therapeutic, especially during the 10 days since my oldest daughter passed away. Even if there was no sign of the owl, just being with friends is so precious.