I guess you’d call me a “snowbird”.
Snowbirds are a dime a dozen. We migrate here for the warm weather during winter months. Away from those places where the mercury sits uncomfortably below zero. (If you’re there now, it’s mind-walloping, I know.)
Bubo scandiacus is tipping the scale of credibility. A snowbird of the authentic nature, it’s jaw-droppingly far from its usual Arctic haunts.
Birders are giddy over this rare snowy owl sighting during this year’s largest migration of snowy owls to the United States in decades.
This is no wild goose chase. The owl is here, on Little Talbot Island, one of the few remaining undeveloped barrier islands in northeast Florida. And what a standout it is, a mirage made real, among the gopher tortoises, snakes, wading birds, river otters and marsh rabbits.
RIP, Hedwig, the most famous snowy owl of all. And thank you, John Williams, for a haunting theme …and one of the most popular ring tones in the world.
Were you lucky enough to see a snowy owl this year?