Great Gray Owls are hard to find. At least for me. I’ve seen a few over the course of my birding life but it’s been quite a while since the last time. One day on our trip in Yellowstone, Ken and I decided to go to town for laundry and a shower while our friends went out in search of wildlife. It was cold and rainy, threatening to snow. After my shower I saw a text from my friend saying she’d found a Great Gray Owl! She is good at finding owls and I was sad that we weren’t out in the field with them but, she said they’d wait for us in the general area. So we hurried back to camp and up the road to meet up with them. It took over an hour. By then the owl had moved out of sight from the road. We crept around in the boggy meadow til she spotted it again! As we watched and photographed, cars began to stop along the road, where there was no parking. Soon two people were rushing towards us, wanting to know what we were seeing. At that moment, the owl flushed, never to be seen by us again. Sigh.
I am grateful to my friend and to the owl. Such a gorgeous creature.
