Yesterday morning I walked out on the pier after a very good night of migration on the radar just as it was starting to sprinkle. There were a few passerines filtering down the pier, some juncos and a phoebe when I noticed the gulls at the end swirling about in attack mode. I assumed they'd corraled some hapless songbird when I noticed the blunt-winged batting flight of an owl pop out in silhouette. I got my bins on the bird for a second before it ducked back behind the red lighthouse. This is what I expected to see (file photo from a few years ago):
I drew the camera and waited for the bird to pop out. It was hard to focus since I'm not used to birds flying towards me. 100 yards, just blur. 75 yards, just blur. 50 yards, briefly pseudo-focused (boy it seems dark). 25 yards:
frigatebird) then looped past me.
I walked back out to make sure there weren't any passerines sheltered behind the lighthouse but the rain was going in earnest and I didn't spend long with the ducks before I left.