He (she?) blended in so well with the surrounding vegetation, I nearly missed him. It was broad daylight, though a bit overcast, at 2:00 pm on a February afternoon, so the sun was weak. And there he was, not the least bothered by people walking by (stopping to take photos), a busy road 100 yards away, and although he turned his head away from full frontal viewing
he clearly was perfectly at ease, even when I walked right up to him.
His plumage was beautiful! Fluffy yet silky, with delicious barring and spots. Well, he IS a barred owl. I had the strongest urge to reach out and stroke his beautiful feathers! He reminded me so much of my chickens. But I resisted mightily and we walked on, watching as other people came up, noticed the owl, and took their own pictures. Perhaps he knows he is the star of his own movie?