SNOWY OWL
Sandy Point, December 27
On the way, we passed a Red-Tailed Hawk every half kilometer and a Bald Eagle, every kilometer. Interestingly, we saw two Red-Tails patrolling a field together (and last week I saw eagle pairs). The days are getting longer and pre-mating season pairings are already occuring.
When we arrived at Sandy Point, there was a wet, cool wind blowing from the South, the kind that brings rain at this lower elevation and snow to the nearby Cascades. Sandy Point is a peninsula, dividing Lummi Bay from the Georgia Straight. Driving on it, you see a beach strand, built up with houses that face the San Juan Islands.
Our first sign of 'owl' was when David spotted the clipped, grey wing of a small passerine, about the size and color of a Junco or sparrow. Shortly after that he saw this owl (above), using a chimney to shelter from the wind. I was happy. I had spent four years feeding a Snowy Owl at a raptor 'rehab' center, who was blinded in one eye, but this was a healthy FREE owl.
Females and immature males have quite a bit of barring. Adult males lose this coloration. The half-blind owl I helped take care of was a male, almost totally white. The eyes are yellow. The feathering covers the feet, a good adaptation in snow country. One thing I have noticed about 'snowies' is that they are almost always silent. Only twice, in four years did I hear the male vocalize and that was during mating season. Frankly, I am glad it was usually silent. The cry was so piercing it almost hurt my ears.
As we left this owl to rest, I spotted a second Snowy Owl on a roof top facing a boat canal. We remarked on what a great area this was for winter feeding. The small residential area was surrounded by shoreline, estuary, marsh, meadow, and small gardens. This area has a variety of small rodents, song birds, shore birds, fish, and the occasional Garter Snake... a broad buffet for a hungry winter migrant.
Driving out of the Lummi Nation, David asked me to pull off the road. He had spotted a Rough-Legged Hawk. We watched it hover hunt over a field of Reed Canary Grass. The hawk stooped (dove) and caught a Townsend's Meadow Mouse, then flew to a perch in a willow tree. It ate the mouse in three bites and cleaned its beak. What a great day!