The golden first rays of the sun at 7:45 a.m. found the east owl in its persistent hideaway behind the rock and under the brush awning in the rip-rap east of and below the Burrowing Owl meadow. When I returned an hour and a half later, it had moved maybe a foot to the east, on a lower rock, where its full figure came into view, at least for visitors standing in the Open Circle area with binoculars or long-zoom camera. It did not stay there long. After a quick morning poop (you may have to slow the video to see it), it scrambled back up to its hiding place under the awning, where it remained immobile except for a watchful swiveling of its head.
The north owl’s habitual spot shelters it from the early morning sun, but by 9 a.m. the rays reached it, and the bird looked as beautiful as ever, framed by the blue waters of the north bay.