Виргинский филин / Great Horned Owl / Bubo virginianus

March cold and windy start to the day. The rain we had last night has turned to ice this morning. The snow crunches beneath my boots as the owlets cling to the limb of the old cracked tree. I found fresh bits of rabbit on the ground this morning, and saw one of the adults watching in the evergreens behind me. MW.. The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees... To learn something by being nothing a little while but the rich