I took a quick birding trip yesterday morning with my 8-year old (and no longer the baby) Bria to look for a Barn Owl. My first and only (wild) one I've ever seen was over 6 years ago, so I was pretty pumped about the possibility of seeing one. We had no trouble finding the tell-tale owl pellets and poop. The next thing I know Bria was wide-eyed and pointing up, "I see it." She was very excited about seeing her first owl, what a beauty!
A nice Western Tanager posed for us too.
The sun was beating down on us as we walked back to the truck, but it was a successful trip. I can't wait for the forecasted 65 degree weather tomorrow morning. Happy (official) fall birding to all!