The peiercing look this wet great grey owl is demonstrating sends shivers down me shins. It is the exact sme look my wife gives me when I am in trouble.
With the glow of the morning sun cresting over the horizon, a soft warm light is cast over the frosty winter prairies. Perched on a fencepost, a male snowy owl scans the surrounding fields for its next meal.
For several years I have wanted to get a wild wolf in front of my lens. Honestly, I never expected it to happen any time soon. Luck never seems to be on my side when it comes to animals. I often find fresh tracks of wolves, cougars, etc, but never see the animal. That all changed while spending a morning in Banff with a friend. This wild, uncollared lone wolf wandered out onto the thin ice of vermillion lakes, paused for a minute or two and then vanished back into the bush after crossing the lake. After seeing a social media post of three radio-collared wolves crossing the same area less than a week ago, I hope it is a sign of a new pack re-establishing the area after the unfortunate demise of the pipestone wolfpack that has left a void in the area for several years.
