My dad used to smoke White Owls back in the 60s. He gave them up by 70s, thank goodness. I used to get a headache from the smoke. Now my family reads my blog, but the statute of limitations has run out on bone-headedness. My brother and I used to sneak into his pickup truck and light up the buts. Nasty. That was just boys being boys and I’m sure we got busted somewhere along the way.
I was always fascinated by the White Owl logo. I can remember driving by this building in Rutland, Vermont hundreds of times in the 60s and 70s when I was a kid. I was fascinated by the White Owl cigar add mural that was on this building. It was interesting to see that when the building was repainted, they put another owl up. It adds a touch of nostalgia and when I saw this for the first time, I thought, “That was nice of them to do that for me. I still have my landmark.” And thanks to the interweb I don’t have to drive the 167 miles to get this shot.
As a youngster I didn’t think that I’d ever get to see one of these birds in person. Snowy owl are found in the far north. Fast forward 45 years and now I’m shooting my own white owls. Pretty slick, especially since I only had to drive 15 miles to get my real white owl. Yes, I’ve had a fascination with this bird for a long time, and now that we are having an irruption I’m getting some opportunities. Well, sort of.
I was beside myself to get my life Snowy Owl a couple of weeks ago in the front yard. I even stooped to digiscoping without the proper gear. The other day, just to get out of the house and (more importantly out from under the Mrs.’s feet) I headed up to Plum Island. And sure enough I spotted a Snowy. He flew over the dunes and landed on a fence. Okay, okay, I think I can work with this.
I walked around to a different spot in hopes of getting a better background, let alone foreground. By the time I walked around the building, he flew down to the ground. Geese Louise! There are only four rusty fences in the frame, and he’s tight up against one!
I walked around to a neighboring dune. Hmmm, there are only six fence sections in this photo! AAAAHHH!
Okay, it is what it is! I’m keeping my distance so as not to stress the bird. I took some shots and left him to enjoy his visit to Massachusetts.
I went into the Plum Island Wildlife Refuge for a couple of hours and returned to see if I could get a better shot. Nope, but what a wonderful creature!
Good birding! Enjoy Wild Bird Wednesday this week!