This is the time of year where my wife and I are always scanning the trees, looking for a Snowy Owl. Do I expect to find one? No. I might as well look for a ptarmigan while I'm at it. But, maybe we will spot a Kreider's Hawk while we are looking.
This is the time of year when we come to realize how many white plastic bags are stuck in the trees. We call them Snowy Owls.