Every 4-5 years, the great gray owls head down this way in search of food, when it gets scarce up north. I saw one about 5 years ago from a distance but never managed to get up close and personal with one. Until yesterday.
We were driving on a side road, on our way home from feeding a neighbour's cat when Richard yelled, "Owl!" We pulled over and walked over to the owl. He was only about 10 ft. up in a tree, overlooking a field. We both snapped away but gave him his space and tried not to get too close. Then we walked back to the car and drove off.
What a lucky, wonderful happenstance!