Great Horned Owl on the Swingset: Everyday Magic, Days 324-325

I got close to the window, aiming the camera. She wheeled her head around, but judging by her size and mine, it was clear I wasn’t much of a threat. So she watched me. I watched her. I snapped the shuttle repeatedly as she wheeled her head back and forth, opened her great brown eyes, and although she wasn’t signaling, “I’m ready for my close-up, Mr Demille."

Some crows dive-bombed her, but she just ducked and held steady. “Why are they attacking her?” I asked Ken. “Probably because she eats their babies.” Then I remembered that today, as I got out of the car, there was a crow close on the deck ledge, who again, didn’t fly away or flinch as I got close, passing the crow on my way in. I was happy to see the crow that close.

Now the owl, on the ancient swingset

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