I was able to spend another morning with the Great Gray Owl in Bragg Creek that I have had the good fortune to watch several times (links: #1 and #2) this summer. She was waiting patiently on a fence post when I spotted her.
She almost seemed to wait while I quickly set up my long lens on its tripod before hunting in the deep grass. Over the next half hour she made several dives and had no trouble catching unlucky field creatures (by my count she was batting .333 on the day).
She would stay in the grass for up to a minute after each lunge so I had the opportunity to focus on the launches back into the air a couple of times.
Once the sunlight reached the field, the morning warmed up quickly and the owl’s pace slowed. On one of the last dives before I left, the owl had been on the far side of the field and then glided across. En route, it dropped down almost disappearing. When it popped its head back up, there was a great moment where the yellow eyes peered out of carpet of green.
By then the light was getting harsh and I was getting hungry. When she flew out, I packed up and drove off.