This Snowy Owl, which I have been referring to as a “he” in all of my other postings is actually a “she”. How do I know this? The male Snowy Owl is mostly white while the female has more flecks of black in its plummage.
Cade, Makenna and I were out and about, touring around for houses that I had permission to shoot. We pulled up to my final stop of the day only to discover that I would be soaked and covered in mud after getting through the ditch and then across the section of land to the house. Cade started to drive around the section of land to see if I could get in easier, from another angle. While driving around and contemplating just making the trek to the middle of the section Cade spotted this Snowy on the pole.
I got my camera ready, lens extended and Cade slowly turned the car so that I could roll down the window. I thought for sure I’d get it on the fly, the shot would be blurry and I would be pissed. She didn’t move. In fact, she wouldn’t turn her head and look at me. I started to make noises and whistle. I walked some distance and was pretty much under her when I got this shot. I wanted her to fly. She finally did and it wasn’t until we were driving away and I went through the shots that I found this.
This was worth my numb fingers and sore shoulder from carrying my 600mm and trying to support it and hold it still in the wind.
Once she flew away I figured our photo shoot was done for the day but nope, she landed on an old fence post off in a field, not out of reach of my lens. At this point, Cade had to drive back to get me, I had followed her that far by foot. And of course, I didn’t have mitts and my hands were frozen.
We ended our session with this. Cade figures this should be framed and displayed in the house as well.
If I were to have this printed, I may crop it a tad. What a day. This is exactly why I bought this lens and I’m sure happy I did.