I received this note and fine photos from Heather Pantrey:
Hi Miles. I had a great opportunity to see the Snowy Owl at Col. Sam this afternoon. I welcomed the opportunity to take the photos although it was upsetting that it flew towards me because a man walked across the ice to the dock and flushed it.
Our group also saw the owl this morning but not quite as close:
O Winter . . .
He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed
In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;
For he hath rear’d his scepter o’er the world. – William Blake (1757–1827)