If you didn't know that our owl was there, in the Live Oak at the back of the house, you'd never guess. I admire enormously how s/he looks like a large segment of lumpy-barked tree trunk. I only knew that they were there this morning when there was an angry screeching noise - a squirrel had come too close when it was napping, and was being warned off - as in "if you don't move to another tree I'll have you for a midday snack."
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