As the sun sets the golden hour starts a term used in photography. Is this so befitting of the Barn Owl to blend in and just be the right colors to fit the theme. Grass swaying in the evening breeze, shadow from my post gradually stretches across the wet winter grass.
You gaze into the sunset reflecting in the female barn Owl eyes so beautiful the trance begins and she glides by in total silence Voles stopping not to attract the silent hunter to their location.
Many days will be spent filming this graceful Owl.