Mastering the art of evasion.

I heard and saw the owls at Harrison Hills Park over the last week, but not up close. They seem to have mastered the art of evasion. They see me well in advance of a close approach, and they fly off way into the distance, even though I feel I'm being very quiet. It's uncanny how well they can hear and see me that far away. I see them fly, and sometime I hear their call. It's just as satisfying to see them this way, yet as an amateur photographer I somehow miss getting a good photo too.

Since I couldn't get a good photo of the owls this week, instead, I'll upload a tiny butterfly picture instead. This was truly small, smaller than the nail on my pinky finger...