Today I went to a local baseball park where snowy owls are known to live in the winter. I have looked around this area every winter for about three years and did not ever see an owl. Today I drove around the area about three times, listening to the radio. My dogs were with me and excitedly looking through the front window wondering what I was searching for. It was funny because they sensed there was something exciting out there even though they didn't know what it was. I was getting close to going home when I saw him. He was on the oposite side of a fence. I got out of the car and hiked through the soft deep snow to where I could start shooting photo. I kept creeping closer and closer, taking more photos until he finally took flight. I was so disapointed that I could not focus on him in flight but still had a lot of interesting photos to share.