OK, something different for Nikonglass! I wrote this a few years ago for publication and has been sitting on my computer ever since. I thought it would be nice for my blog readers to see some of my other work - enjoy!
Limnos, Greece - August 2003
It’s been three weeks since I’ve been observing and recording this striking bird. The sun is about to set as I scout the barn’s roof for any sign of the Little Owl. Uniformly placed on top of the roof-tiles are large stones, which have been placed there to keep the tiles in place when the northerlies are blowing strong. The Little Owl knows that the stones are similar to it, both in size and colour, explaining why it often sits still on the roof without drawing attention during the morning and evening hours when the sun is still low on the horizon. But I have yet to see any sign of the owl until suddenly a shadow flies from the rooftop towards the ground in front of me. The Little Owl has just landed on its first meal of the night. Its wings are spread across the ground for support as it grips hard on its victim with its talons. It swivels its head left and right to make sure the coast is clear, swallows its meal and then flies back to its spot on the roof in wait for its next victim. The light is getting low, so I decide to pack up my gear and call it a day. Tomorrow will be my last day in pursuit of the Little Owl.
Limnos, Greece - August 2003
It’s been three weeks since I’ve been observing and recording this striking bird. The sun is about to set as I scout the barn’s roof for any sign of the Little Owl. Uniformly placed on top of the roof-tiles are large stones, which have been placed there to keep the tiles in place when the northerlies are blowing strong. The Little Owl knows that the stones are similar to it, both in size and colour, explaining why it often sits still on the roof without drawing attention during the morning and evening hours when the sun is still low on the horizon. But I have yet to see any sign of the owl until suddenly a shadow flies from the rooftop towards the ground in front of me. The Little Owl has just landed on its first meal of the night. Its wings are spread across the ground for support as it grips hard on its victim with its talons. It swivels its head left and right to make sure the coast is clear, swallows its meal and then flies back to its spot on the roof in wait for its next victim. The light is getting low, so I decide to pack up my gear and call it a day. Tomorrow will be my last day in pursuit of the Little Owl.



