Are you lost, Mr. Owl?

This poor soul.

I cannot tell if it was this feathery chap or a relative who visited us last weekend for Saturday morning sledding in our woods.

But this morning, he stopped to watch me plowing the heavy, wet snow.  I stopped and we exchanged glances for quite some time.  I asked if I could take his picture, and he seemed to nod, "Certainly."

So, his portrait appears below.

If only he knew that there is NOTHING to see here.