I’ve yet to see a Snowy in this irruption year, but tucked into an old book I found this photo my father sent to me.
On the back he wrote, in his familiar scrawl,
“Taken at Orient Beach State Pk. February ’91. I took about 45 min to get this close – I crawled on my stomach. About 8″ to 10″ at a time. The owl was eating prey. Each time he would eat I would creep closer – Dad”
In ’91 my father was 71, eleven years past life-altering heart surgery. All his life he hated being cold. And yet he spent almost an hour on his belly crawling across a windswept winter beach to get this picture (with a heavy old manual-focus camera, I might add).
I have a proud birding legacy to live up to.