Owling

We’ve moved from general birding to owling. We have no idea how it’s done, so we tried to attract the owls with hooting and mouse squeaks. (It seemed more productive than merely wandering in the dark woods, staring into trees.) Maybe that worked because we think we saw an owl flying away from us, twice. Poncho, Christopher and Banks. Cardigan, I Heart Ronson. Shirt, Worthington (thrifted). Skirt, American Apparel (thrifted). Tights, B. Ella. Shoes, Style & Co (thrifted). Earrings, Epcot Mexico. Bag, thrifted. Gloves, Bebe. Or, instead of attracting owls, we were driving them away.