Favorite dead pine where the owl likes to roost.
The crows are relentless. As I headed out back this morning I could hear them and I knew. The Great Horned Owl was here. The crows taunt and taunt this poor guy to no end. Back to the house I went to grab my camera, in the slim hopes I could snap a photo before he flew. I headed down behind the orchard to check out his favorite dead pine tree. No owl. The crows were calling deeper in the woods.
Prey remains (with undigested bones) from owl pellet at base of dead tree.
There were signs of the owl at the foot to the pine: stray fur pieces and owl pellets. Pellets are regurgitated by the owl and contain things they can't digest, like fur and bone. We've seen his droppings before, but never a true pellet.
Great Horned Owl in tree. You can see his ears against the sky.
He was nestled high in a tree with the crows blaring away his hidden location.
Great Horned Owl in foliage to left of large tree before flying off.
By now my cover was blown. I've never gotten this close without him flying off before. You can see his outline hidden in the foliage to the left of the large tree. Bye Bubo... until next time!