I tried so many times last year to write a poem about our owl. Now that he's back, I'm again obsessed with him. Here's a good shot of his back.
Our home is at the top of a hill, so I imagine the owl has a pretty good view of even the slightest creature scurrying about. Once more, the photo does not do him justice. My best guess is that he is about a foot-and-a-half tall. His wingspan is breathtaking.