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Killdeer Plains Safari

I was out at Killdeer Plains Wildlife Area near Harpster, Ohio this morning. The wildlife area covers several hundred acres and is broken up by perfect north-south and east-west crisscrossing roads. Because there is so much area to cover, I tend map out a zigzag route and drive through the whole wildlife area before getting out to explore on foot.

I saw several deer, dozens of hawks (not the greatest at identifying them so won’t even try), songbirds and woodpeckers here and there, and two bald eagles from the car. I was searching for short-eared owls but didn’t have any luck. They are usually more prevalent in the evening so I wasn’t too disappointed. Then I got out of the car and bushwhacked through the snow, long grasses, and brush to a couple of evergreen stands that often hold long-eared owls and saw-whet owls. I didn’t have any luck at the first stand of pines so I moved onto the next. No luck there either.

As I was leaving, a small birding group from Columbus was heading into the grove. I learned long ago that there is a significant benefit to having extra sets of eyes when searching the dense tops of evergreens so I turned around and followed them back through the stand. I’m glad I did. One of the group had only gone a few yards when she spotted a small saw-whet owl in the middle of one of the branches. Suh-wheeet! My first wild saw-whet owl. And it even stayed put long enough for me to get a few photos as you can see below.

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Frostnip

The pain in my fingers was excruciating. They were so cold that they had gone from tingly to downright painful. However, I was on a mission and determined to succeed so I endured the agony. Besides, I had remembered reading somewhere that the real danger of frostbite doesn’t occur until after your extremities become numb. So I forged ahead through the snow, wind, and cold getting ever closer to my target. I would capture my prey at all costs … then my fingers went numb.

That was when the panic set in and I decided to return to base camp. At this point, I should probably tell you that my base camp was my vehicle that was parked a mere thirty yards away, and that my mission was to get an amazing photo of a short-eared owl. I know, I know. Not near as dramatic as my first paragraph may have initially sounded, but it was exciting to me nonetheless. I enjoy outdoor photography and, at the time, wildlife photography was my emphasis. I had dreams of becoming the next National Geographic photographer and getting the perfect shot was important.

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