The Return of the Owl

Last June, we saw a great horned owl with two young owlets down the road from the ranch.

Sarah and I have a deep, deep love of owls.

So, naturally, from that moment on, every time I pass this barn I obsessively check for the owl. I haven’t seen it since last summer.

Then came yesterday.

Driving by the barn in the rain, I checked the opening, as always, and didn’t see anything.

But, as I kept driving, something started gnawing at me, as there was something different that caught my eye. Did I see a blurry object at the edge of the opening?

So, naturally (and obsessively), I turned Russ around (Russ is my pickup truck), and we went back to check.

And there it was.

Perched. Stately. Like it had never left.

Welcome back, old friend.