We ventured into the back woods last Saturday and interrupted a barred owl as we approached the bog. He flew away right in front of us but we could not follow him due to the snow cover.

The next day, we went back to the area and kept an eye out in the tree tops, hoping to see the owl again.

Then, he was there, twenty feet up. We have heard and seen barred owls for years around here. It is much rarer to be in a spot where I can get a picture. About ten years ago when I first got an image of one, I named him “Barry.”