Great Horned Neighbor

Sometimes a bird comes to you. This great horned owl spent an afternoon resting in our backyard last week. It was tempting to go outside but he definitely was paying attention when we opened the patio door. As darkness fell he edged out to the edge of the branches and was gone the next morning.

Busted!

I'm usually the one who gets busted in the field. This cottontail passed in front of the camera I set up in our rudimentary to check minimum focus distances and sensitivities to small birds. This passing cottontail looks guilty of something. The only thing edible we have uncaged are rhubarb, perhaps the cages need to go back on.