Phoebe and Liam dine on fresh snow while we pound a pine grove for roosting owls. I love taking our kids on this trip each year. Together, they're a unit of contentment, happy to look at what we show them in the scope, but equally happy to just be in The Wilds.
There are other kids who come, too; this one too little to stick up above the Lespedeza.
Part of The Whipple Bird Club. We were missing Shila, but Marcy's smile made up for it.
Phoebe made a mental note of where she'd seen him start up and went over to ground-truth her suspicion.
She brings out the caretaker in him.
We felt blessed to see about a dozen of these beautiful owls, more and more as night fell.
Same shot, but cropped so you can see the fabulous rufous wing patches and something of its face.