Calling Out

A cold, grey afternoon. I really didn't want to go out. Coat, hat and gloves and a plastic bag for the camera, just in case. I toyed with a few shots of bright yellow leaves in the darkness of the trees, but even with a high iso the foliage blurred in the wind.

I could hear the young owl screeching, calling out for a parent no doubt, but I couldn't see him in the dim light. Searching in the direction of the sound, I spotted what looked like a broken branch. To my amazement it was the owl, scowling in my direction.

Also posted a catch up for Oct. 12th today.