Eastern Screech Owl sleeping the afternoon away in Waterloo.
The first ones to greet you at the marsh, and the last to call out your departure. They were a surprise to see at Mer Bleue, considering how early in the year it was. The water was still icy, snow and frost lingered in the shady spots. Usually the march break, I start finding them down in Point Pelee. These boys were fairly established, prior to even that. This boy in particular, was fairly friendly and photogenic.
