Brooklyn - New Neighbor

He Adds Class to the Place
We sat down to breakfast this morning and turned our attention to the backyard as we usually do.  No birds, no squirrels, no action at all.  Unusually quiet.  Then Jean yelled out "look - there's an owl up there!"  I jumped out of my seat and pressed my face into the window, squinting up into the sky.  Quite a surprise.  An owl in Brooklyn?  He's hard to see.  Can you see him?

A great horned owl nestled deep in our pine tree.

We did a bit of research.  He or she is one of only a handful that call Prospect Park home.  A big sucker, built like a small beer barrel.  I wouldn't want to tangle with him.  We sat there staring for almost an hour.  We left, came back and he's still there.

Early evening he's bolder, making his way to a clearing in the branches.  Perhaps better hunting sight lines.  Supposedly, peak hunting time is from 8pm to midnight.  We'll be avoiding the backyard tonight like the squirrels did during the daytime.