Tucuquere or Lesser Horned Owl
Four of these delightful critters had us writers entranced Monday late afternoon perched in the eucalyptus tree. No, we were not in tree – the owls were. (Dangling modifiers are kind of fun). I now have a feather memento. Unbelievably soft. I wish I could take credit for this magnificent owl image. I did attempt a photo with my cell phone, but the light was wrong. Maybe in the morning, I’ll try again. They seem totally unperturbed by gawking writers and a bumbling photographer crashing in the underbrush.