Being an introvert snowy owl is nice but it can get lonely. Day and night I’m out in the winter cold all by myself. We snowy owls tend not to hang out with each other for reasons that escape me now. But we’ve always done it this way so there’s no reason to change.
Despite what appears like a monastic-type existence, I enjoy promoting myself and seeing my photos. If there were a social media site for snowy owls, I’d be all over it. So I do the next best thing – I search for photographers to take my photo, hoping to get noticed.
Most people think I’m either hunting or sleeping all day but it simply isn’t true – at least the hunting part. Finding mice is easy, finding photographers is difficult. But I’ve learned a few tricks along the way.
One of the best places to get discovered is on poles along busy roadways but it’s still not easy. I’ll plant my white body on a dark pole and wait. Given all the passing vehicles, I’m sure there must be plenty of photographers who missed me. Sometimes I get bored and nap.
When I guess that a vehicle might contain a photographer, I’ll sometimes do a fly over in hopes that the movement will catch their eye. Then it’s back to the pole to wait. There’s no use standing in the snow since no one can see me with my camouflage and it’s a bit chilly on the talons.
When a photographer finally shows up, I try to strut my stuff. Last week I finally found a photographer. The guy took a few photos and seemed to like what he saw. With any luck I’ll make it on to Krahnpix. What a thrill that would be!