I always say that ounce for ounce, burrowing owls probably have more personality than any other critter I photograph. With their return to the Colorado plains over the last week or so, that continues to ring true.
This handsome fellow and his mate had just arrived after a long migration from their winter homes in the southern United States and Mexico. Staking out their home meant investigating anything and everything – including the photographer that was taking pictures of them.
The handsome fellow flew up right near my truck and began the amusing head bobbing that these little owls are known for, studying me and ensuring I wasn’t a threat.
