It has become traditional for those of us who don’t “live for the Super Bowl”, but love birding to focus upon a certain effort on a particular Sunday in February. In my case it may be withdrawal symptoms from sitting through four Minnesota Vikings Super Bowl defeats during my high school and college days. My friends at college loved to tell me how my much loved Vikings were choke artists. I had problems not agreeing with the sentiment.

Regardless, I decided to focus of SuperbOwl Sunday today. Shortly after sunrise we had a rare commodity here at the Head of the Lakes, sun! I easily found, Les, my love struck Poppa Great Horned Owl. This morning Les was not willing to wake up. Unless you are a photographer that is a good thing … the owl was obviously not stressed by my being in the vicinity.

This afternoon, I returned to the Lester / Amity Forest Trails. For a long time the owl ignored me. In fact, while it looks like Les is looking at me in the second image, he only perked up when  two cyclists rode on the trail ten feet below my spot, and near his white pine. The cyclists never saw me or the owl.  Happy #SuperbOwlSunday.