The Ornery Owl

I was out scouting for a grad shoot which I was to do the next evening when I noticed a crow a few hundred feet from me. He was making a loud ruckus while circling over and diving at something in the grass. Naturally, I had to see what he thought was such a big deal, so I walked over.

I then spotted this owl sitting in the grass, hissing at the swooping crow. At about 80 feet, I crouched, zoomed all the way to 135mm (haha, that's my longest focal length) and shot a few frames. I inched closer and took a few more. I did this until I was no more than 20 feet from him - quietly snapping shots, quietly inching forward. He was staring me down the entire time. The crow had stopped swooping and had gone to perch in a nearby tree to watch us both.

Finally, this old owl decided I had come too close and took off. He landed in the nearby tree with the crow to bicker some more. I walked away, happy with my good fortune.