I did not take this photo...but I hope this is what that owl looked like.
It was nice and cold this morning, just below 10 degrees F, but no wind. I heard an owl hooting as I ran past an old fencerow on Airport Road. Maria's Grandmother maintains that owls represent death. She's a decendent from Eastern Europe. She once told me that when her uncle was sick and dying an owl sat on a fence post looking at thier house for three days while her uncle died. Creepy.