Today Cleve didn’t find “Doris” again, our wayward transient peregrine snowbird. However, Heather and I had a visitor at Morro Rock in the form of Bubo virginianus. By the way, this is the very first Latin name for a bird that I learned when I was very young. Also known as, the Great Horned Owl who made herself right at home 30 yards up the rock. There were no falcons in the immediate area. They had flown off to chase a Red tailed Hawk around the front of the rock. The owl quickly closed her eyes and dozed off in sight of all the tourists and people who wondered what every one was pointing at. She stayed until after I left; she had been there several hours already. I’m sure she got a warm welcome when the resident pair of falcons came home and found her in their front yard. I wish I could have stayed and watched the greeting and the action that ensued along with it.
Happy trails, Bob
While posting this owl story I wrote last night, today “Doris” made her arrival, the 25th of October, one year to the day. This will be her sixth winter. Boy! Is Cleve smiling?