By Maggie Fimia
The crows were frantic Friday morning. I assumed it was the Cooper’s Hawk that occasionally visits, eyeing the little birds I feed.
But when I got out the binoculars to see what was up in the fir tree just 30 or so feet from my deck, there he or she was — a beautiful, young snowy owl. It stayed from 8 a.m. until about 4:30 p.m., mostly just trying to sleep. I was treated to some direct eye contact with those piercing orange eyes. He/she got used to my staring at that beautiful plumage and the ability to turn its head what seemed like 360 degrees.
I knew it would be off right around sunset, and I was ready with my camera and video. I watched for the signs. I could tell he was going to take flight. Sure enough, like a flash, he was off to the north. But there was no way I could catch him on camera! What a privilege and thrill to spend the day with a snowy owl.