Hoot was not overly cooperative this morning. If not for all the grackles and robins making a fuss over its presence, I would never have found the Great Horned Owl. I was standing only 50 yards away from the tree in which the bird was perched, but with all the leaves I needed some assistance. After taking a few photographs I hiked home to have some breakfast with my grandchildren. Eventually after a respite of about 90 minutes I hiked once more over to the “owling grounds”. Neither of the two owls I have found earlier this morning had moved an inch. I came home.

Hiding Hoot!