Unlike the Northern Hawk Owl the Great Gray’s flight is slow and deliberate.
Now off to a better vantage point where she would sit watching and listening for any movement beneath the snow in the never ending search for a meal.

Sometimes things fall into place and the rewards are worth the trip…you never exactly know what is going to unfold or what the owl will do or not do next.

I felt sorry for this old guy that had come so far to visit on such a beautiful morning. I had a good night of hunting and had taken time to preen so all my feathers were in place.
Being the nice Great Gray that I am I just sat there as he clicked away…hopefully he got my good side ?