You are unlikely to forget your first encounter with a Burrowing Owl. Mine came on a September afternoon on the outskirts of Wildhorse Golf Club in Davis, California. I had learned that the course was managed to provide habitat for the owls, but I didn't quite know how to find them, so I decided to make my way toward a black plastic tube protruding from a mound of earth. As I approached, a pair of bright yellow eyes appeared inside. Then a brown owl popped out into full view, like a little footballon stilts. Curious about the sound of my clicking camera, the owl tilted its head so far to one side I thought it might lose its balance. I'll never forget it.
NSTL
