By Maggie Fimia
Like many Edmonds residents who fly south for the winter, our Edmonds Snowy Owl flew south from somewhere in the Arctic.
From mid-January to early April, the owl visited a tree off our deck, once a week. Now it’s almost every day! Today is the fifth day in six that our Snowy Owl is back.
When he didn’t come for two weeks, I thought he was headed back North, but apparently and gratefully, he or she is not in any rush to leave.
Maybe the word’s spread through owl news that Alaska got records snows. Maybe our mice population is the best this side of the Rockies, or maybe — like many of us — the owl just really likes Edmonds.
He’s put the “owl” in Edmonds’ Bowl. (Sorry, couldn’t resist)
The owl arrives about 6 a.m. You know he or she has arrived because those sleek, black, flying sentries announce it to the whole neighborhood!
The crows harass him by screeching and dive bombing.
This morning, one challenged the owl by side stepping closer and closer on the limb, yelling the whole time. The owl was not impressed. His massive talons could have taken out the crow in a split second, I suspect, but also would have resulted in the entire crow population of the Northwest descending on our owl’s favorite spot.
Around dusk, the owl began to open those amazing yellow eyes, became super alert, started to preen those incredible feathers and then did this classic owl head bob. I could tell he was getting ready to fly, and I was ready!
Sure enough, something had caught his eye. He fixed on it, bobbing, puffing up, lifting off and flying gracefully past me, wings fully extended!
Another night of hunting began.