Tuesday, June 26, 2007
A Shadowy Visitor
I was sitting on my back deck last evening sipping red wine and reading Alan Furst's The World At Night. When it got too dark to read, I picked up my book and glass, stood up, and saw this guy sitting on my next-door neighbor's TV antenna:
I took another shot with a flash, but all I got was one shining red eye.
I've heard owls screech in the night around the neighborhood, and not long ago had one fly low over my head when I was walking the dog in the evening. The difference with this encounter was that he sat still for a long time -- long enough for me to go inside and get the camera, and even when I started taking pictures he didn't budge.
I took another shot with a flash, but all I got was one shining red eye.
I've heard owls screech in the night around the neighborhood, and not long ago had one fly low over my head when I was walking the dog in the evening. The difference with this encounter was that he sat still for a long time -- long enough for me to go inside and get the camera, and even when I started taking pictures he didn't budge.
