'All' I wanted was to see a snowy owl that was NOT on a rooftop, not surrounded by the paparazzi and its police escort. I wanted a personal owl.
We'd witnessed the "celebrity" snowy owl that was in residence in Rye Harbor for well over a month, it seemed to move only from rooftop to rooftop.
Yesterday morning my wish was granted. Russ saw it first, a white rock being mobbed by crows. I barely had time to get out there with my camera before an ambivalent beachcomber walked too close. The first images I made were of it flying. Eventually, urged by the rising tide at its feet, it took to the air and thankfully flew back to 'our' shore. What more could I ask for? While I have the details of feather and wing in my photographs, I have the elegant and efficient flight of this magnificent visitor engraved in my memory.