It is intimate and wonderful to watch an owl hunting from her perch, her head turning in every possible direction, and some that don't seem possible, as she patiently awaits her prey.
And as I watched her I realized this barred owl love affair began much earlier than this spring. It happened when a family of barred owls collected in the tree branches outside my door last summer and began to call back and forth to each other. This conversation of sorts went on for most of an hour, so much so that I could count by the distance of the calls that there were four of them taking part--parents and their fledged off-spring, I surmised. Take time to listen to the barred owl calls by clicking on the link: Barred owl. They are magical.
And while I was looking at these photos, the one below struck fear in me.
Two cars slowed to see what I was photographing (from my parked car). And as I took my eye away from the camera to look at them the owl struck her prey and they stopped to watch. Even though this vehicle had slowed to a crawl and the owl crossed safely, it shows clearly how much danger is in her path. I want to stand guard, direct traffic, insist the county put up a detour sign or, at the very least, post a sign that says: