The Barred Owls are hooting in the trees outside my windows and they have a nest somewhere. You won't see them because it's, uh, owly night time and if by day, owly camouflage against the trees so you can't find them. One winter many years ago I saw the drama of a man shoveling snow and awakening a Barred Owl roosting during the day. The annoyed bird flew away quickly and found a place to perch, then slowly went back to owly sleep, just like me. This image is not a wildlife portrait, it's just a study in bird textures.
Black tech pen ink on smudgy sketchbook page, 4 1/2" x 1 1/2", March 10, 2019.
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