With some trepidation, I took Charlotte to see her first Snowy Owl last week. I write trepidation because I don’t want to add to the insanely unethical behaviors directed towards Snowy, Short-earred, and Long-earred Owls that is taking place in our region.

I had learned about one flying around a neighborhood well beyond our immediate region and thought that would be a non-threatening way for her to see one. We found the Owl easily enough, thanks to a super nice Mom that worked in the neighborhood. She had shown her daughters the Snowy the week prior. We didn’t stay long in hopes of not drawing attention. Charlotte did a little dance for the Owl and then we went on our way.

We checked back several hours later. The Snowy had not budged from her rooftop perch and of course was completely unfazed by the snow falling all around her as she drifted in and out of sleep.