It was still dark out when I heard the ruckus. The Steller’s jays were all in a frenzy, squawking violently at something. But I could hardly adjust my eyes to see what was causing all the commotion.
I got some coffee and continued readying for work, and that’s when I heard the ravens. I knew immediately that this was about something bigger than a mere plea for more food.
I went to the window again and could see the outline of two large ravens frantically trying to flush something out of the tree. They were NOT happy with whatever had arrived in their backyard!
I continued watching as the sun rose up over the mountain peak and revealed what was in the tree, and I gasped with delight. He was beautiful. Majestic. And a little intimidating.
I went outside with my camera and the ravens flew off, but our new visitor stood its ground. He didn’t budge.
I went back inside and woke up my husband. “If you want to come see it, get up now,” I whispered.
He didn’t even need to ask. He knew that if I woke him up in the middle of a sound sleep then it must be worth it.
We stood side by side and in awe of the beauty before us.
I drove to work giddy from the morning’s excitement and the opportunity to add a Great Horned Owl to my life list. And I was grateful to get the one picture I did get because the owl was gone by the time I got back home after work. And the thought occurred to me that I may now need to relocate my trail cam to somewhere up high. That is if I can successfully imitate a bear climbing up and down a tree. Hmmmm… I better rethink that.