The Early Bird

I thought the story of the day was that we'd had more snow. The owl was silent as it flew amongst the trees. I had heard them at night, but not seen one. It was the movement that caught my eye. When it landed I couldn't make it out in the distance and I walked towards where I thought it had gone. Behind a tree it came into view and I stopped for fear of scaring it away. Maybe it's one of the juvenile owls I saw early last year.