So my daughter and I are coming back from our daily afternoon walk with the dog and we see a big bird fly toward our house. It's an owl, says my daughter. I could tell it was a big one, but not which kind, until I got up close. It turned out to be a Barred Owl! Very cool - and it ended up landing in the big ol' pine in front of our house. The songbirds in the yard are not happy! The owl is still there, as I write this. What a great place to live!