No amount of futzing with my camera would get it to flash in front of this bright window. You get to see the art better this way, I guess. Flying bottle art is underrated, I think.
This beautiful great horned owl lives at the Lindsay Wildlife Museum. He and a few other animals were hot and bothered by all the humanity and noise, but they handled it well. The birds of prey are my favorite creatures at the museum, which rescues injured animals and tries to release them back into the wild if at all possible. Some have to be kept on if their injuries inhibit survival.
I told the docent that I had heard an owl outside my home-office window a few months ago and she asked what it sounded like, so I said, "You know, like: hoo! a bunch of times." She said, "That would be a great horned owl. They're the only ones that make that hooting sound." I was thrilled and intrigued all at once. She said that in January, they're looking for mates, so that would explain any calls coming from the trees around that time. I already learned a bunch of local facts at my new library today.