With a half dozen photographers training their lenses on this little one and its family, this owlet had a lot to watch.

It had ventured out quite a ways from its familial burrow when I think it suddenly realized there were a lot of humans there. As burrowing owls do, it bent over and swung back and forth, trying to ascertain what those big creatures were. It was very cute and quite amusing to watch.

These pics are from some time I spent with this family back at the end of June. I took tons of pics of them but haven’t done a good job sharing them. This will help get some of those out there.

There was no danger of me speeding past this little one when I saw it soon after sunrise recently. It was quite content to sit on its manmade perch and take in the scenery of Colorado’s great plains.

These little guys won’t be around too much longer as they will be starting their trek to the south. Even now, with their little ones fledged, most have dispersed and they are getting harder to find.

Normally a picture of these little guys will solicit a comment along the lines of, “Aww. They are so cute!” Well, that isn’t always the case.

This hard-working dad had spent the better part of the morning providing for his family. On the menu were a variety of bugs and a vole. After sharing the bounty and partaking in breakfast, he flew up and perched on a sign right in front of me.

His face wore the remnants of his meal and indeed, he looked pretty darned serious. Of course having to work so hard to feed seven little owlet mouths might have made him a bit grumpy too. 😉

Last weekend I spent two fantastic mornings photographing these cool little ones in Larimer County, Colorado. They have chosen a home in an open space right near a hiking path and are extraordinarily tolerant of the humans that come walking by.

The adults have seven little mouths to feed so they are constantly flying around nabbing whatever grub they can find. Here, the female returns from a hunting trip, empty-handed much to the chagrin of one of the little ones.

A fun encounter with this handsome fellow last weekend.

He was out in a field, a bit too far for me to get a decent show when much to my surprise, he flew up and landed right in front of me. The post-sunrise light was gorgeous and lit him up nicely although, judging by the look on his face, he might not have really wanted his picture taken right then.

During the summer burrowing #owls can be found across much of the western United States. At more southern latitudes closer to Mexico and in Florida they stay in place year round. Unlike most owls, Burrowing Owls are diurnal (versus nocturnal) so it is quite common to find them out and about during the day.

This beautiful, dark burrowing owl has chosen a rather conspicuous spot for a home next to a busy road. However, it has also gotten to be quite good at hunkering down and staying out of sight. This is zoomed in and cropped but to the naked eye, you would be hard-pressed to spot it if you didn’t know where to look.

This guy was very keen on guarding his burrow, presumably with his mate hidden within. The morning sun was gorgeous and lit him up nicely.

I always have a ton of fun photographing these summertime visitors to the Colorado plains. This year though, all but one of my usual ‘hot spots’ has come up dry and I haven’t had much luck finding more. They are out there, I hope! Just going to have to put some miles on my truck to find them

My first sighting of these awesome little guys this year.

A friend let me know he had eyes on some east of Denver but at the time I was well north of the area photographing a different subject. I wrapped that up and raced down to see. While there will be plenty of time and opportunities to get pics later this year, the first of the season is always a bit exciting.

By the time I got there, it was mid-morning, the light was harsh and the somewhat heavy traffic at this particular spot seemed to have the owls a bit shy so the pics aren’t anything extraordinary. Nevertheless, it is fun to have these summertime residents back.