A juvenile great-horned owl stopped by today.
I’m pretty sure it was a juvenile because I don’t think an adult would be hanging around in the middle of the driveway in the middle of the morning,
captivated by its reflection in a puddle. Of course, I can’t be sure it was enamored with its reflection.
He or she might have mistaken the puddle for a bird bath.
“Oh, hello there.”
“Can you do this?”
“I bet you can’t.”
“I can see you.”
“There might be something wrong with my foot down there.”
“Alrighty then, I’ll just be on my way.”
“Nope. Nothing wrong with the foot.”
If you’d like to see more, you can watch a short, somewhat flawed, video I shot here. Enjoy.