You may recall me mentioning that we spotted a bobcat on our first evening at Riverwood. Except for the usual birds — mostly chickadees — that was the extent of our sightings until our penultimate day at the cottage.
While snowshoeing in the woods behind Pinefort Knoll, Cuppa caught a glimpse of something in the treetops — the owl in the photo — but I'll bet you devilishly clever, little bloggers figured that out already. I didn't have my camera or its zoom lens, but Cuppa got this picture with her little but rather wonderful camera. The owl sat there staring quizzically at us for a minute or so, periodically rotating his head — investigating sounds no doubt. In fact, he soon glided off in the direction that he appeared to be monitoring.
Although it's rather hard to estimate the size of an owl in the treetops, we agree that, to us, he seemed to be about two feet tall if we were to count his tail feathers, which only seems to make sense after all.
Life is perplexing. How does a solitary owl get out there in the woods? How the heck do they get together and mate when they seem to be so solitary? How and where do two two-foot owls have sex? How do they go about raising little hooters (so to speak)?
I'm not really keen enough to research owls right now. It gives me more pleasure to wonder about such questions.