Screeeeeeech! Crunch, crunch, crunch. (The sound of squealing brakes and gravel under the tires as we pulled off the road.)
I don’t often see owls and only twice in my life have I seen them just hanging around on the side of the road. The first time was in Utah at dusk and this time I as in the Talkeetna mountains outside of Anchorage, and as you can see, it was a miserible damp cloudy day. Up here in the woods, I have seen owls at night going about their day, or night, in this case, flying across the road, but not on poles along the road. Have you seen owls do this?
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Drive along any back road in winter and you will flush birds up from the sides of the road where they are eating grit. Most often they are Juncos and Sparrows, but I always stop and look if I can, ever hopeful that there be something else in those mixed flocks. (I got my life Vesper Sparrow that way in Michigan.) On my last trip through the snowy countryside, I saw lots of small brown birds but as I crept up to them they would fly just a little further ahead or flush into the weeds. Finally I was able to ID White-throated, White-crowned, Song, Savannah, and Juncos picking along on both sides of the road. I truly am fond of Sparrows.