Just after dawn in Winslow - some of the town, and a far mesa, just visible through the gap between two train cars. We were off early this morning - after breakfast in La Posada - and a relatively uneventful journey back to LA - this time, early in the New Year, is usually a good time for driving, so long as the weather is fine. Uneventful, that is, until we arrived home, and found a Great Horned Owl seated outside the bedroom window, not looking at all pleased to see us. I think she must have thought the house wonderfully dark and quiet and empty. She has a white chest very similar to Gramsci's - indeed, she's most cat-like, apart from the tail feathers. She puffed herself up a bit - here (despite the problems of photographing through a window in the gathering dark) you should be able to see her baggy feathery pantaloons. After bobbing up and down a few times, she turned her head away and emphatically gobbed up a neat little owl pellet - presumably of digested mouse (we approve of her powers of rodent control). We backed away - I felt very much as though I'd invaded her privacy. But it was a great welcome home.
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