Sometimes, working the graveyard shift can be fun.
A little while ago, while parked at a cul de sac in the Burbank hills, a couple of owls were screeching nearby. I decided to do my own owl bird call ("who-who who who" is how it goes).
After doing this, one came over to where I was parked and perched himself/herself on the arm of the nearby streetlight (12' in front of me).
He/she sat there a for several minutes and looked down at me and continued screeching. Then, the mate flew by and it took off and followed.
I got a fairly good look at it and it appeared to be a Great Horned Owl that is indigenous to Southern California. It looked like the one in the photo (above left).
A little while ago, while parked at a cul de sac in the Burbank hills, a couple of owls were screeching nearby. I decided to do my own owl bird call ("who-who who who" is how it goes).
After doing this, one came over to where I was parked and perched himself/herself on the arm of the nearby streetlight (12' in front of me).
He/she sat there a for several minutes and looked down at me and continued screeching. Then, the mate flew by and it took off and followed.
I got a fairly good look at it and it appeared to be a Great Horned Owl that is indigenous to Southern California. It looked like the one in the photo (above left).
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