Owls never cease to amaze me. Their human-like eyes. Feathers built for silent flight. And their elusive, nocturnal profession that stigmatized their species throughout ancient history: Owls were the bearers of the deceased soul as it traveled from one world to the next. I can count on one hand how many I've seen in the wild--out of sheer luck, three of those five fingers were raised this past weekend. Hanging together lazily in an oak in Clearwater (Florida), a family of Screech owls (one of only five species of owl found in Florida) let us get close enough to document them between siestas.
Photo by Nick Lamastra.
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