The Second Owl

In the first four-and-a-half decades of my life, the only time I saw a live owl was in captivity. This year I saw my first owl on the wild, in a forest in the San Juan Islands of Washington State. It was not feasible to take a photo of it, unfortunately, and I felt at the time that I'd missed my one chance. I was wrong. Tonight, only a few weeks after seeing my first, I saw my second owl in the wild, and although I only had my tablet with me, I was determined to get a quick snapshot of it. I only wish there had been a bit more light!