
I woke up this morning to the hooting of great horned owls. Every year, in mid October we start to hear their calls. Most of the time, we hear them. Once in a while, we see them, usually at dusk, impossible photography conditions.
This day was different. The light was perfect. I could catch him with my long lens. He seemed to be posing for me.
I was able to very slowly, get closer and closer.

Then he got a bit camera shy. {or perhaps he was looking for lunch}

Then he told me, in his special owl way, that I had gotten too close. Luckily, I can speak owl. {I have to admit, later I was surprised I got this one. He was scary!)
It's been too long since this special encounter. I keep looking for him in the same mesquite tree, hoping I'll see him again.