March cold and windy start to the day. The rain we had last night has turned to ice this morning. The snow crunches beneath my boots as the owlets cling to the limb of the old cracked cottonwood. I found fresh bits of rabbit beneath the tree this morning, and saw one of the adults watching in the evergreens behind me. MW.. To see my photographs of these owls go to... The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare a
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