The Great Horned Owl sat very dignified on the windmill tower. He wasn’t hunting as there was nothing around the house for him to stalk. The guineas and chickens were penned, and everything was in a safe place, so he had to like his choice of perch. He was some eighty feet in the air, so he had a lofty view of his surroundings. He taunted the dogs and as he viewed the world from his haughty perch it wasn’t exactly a hidden spot. There was no sound when he flew. Despite his size he moved with stealth and agility. He was a bird to be admired. They hunt at night, and it is a rare thing to see them once the sun rises. Perhaps him being out in daylight was indicative of a weather change.