Grey Day, Great Grey Owl

Sunday was a dark rainy day in the Lanark Highlands, but I stood outside underneath the cedars for some time, attired in wellies and anorak and becoming soaking wet in the process, but happy as a clam and looking at this magnificent owl for almost an hour. A visitation from a rare Great Grey is the stuff of which dreams are made. This owl of the far north only visits in winter when her native place is so frozen and snow bound that she is unable to find food underneath the snow. My friend will be returning to her northern home in the next week or so, and in spite of the dense soaking rain, I was happy to see her yesterday.