If looks could kill, I just about died upon sighting of this tiny fluff ball. At a standing height of roughly 10 inches, a burrowing owl is only slightly larger than an American robin.

Thankfully, I did not let the fierce stare-down discourage me and chose to give it space, along with a plethora of compliments. One of the two, or something else, seemed to have worked. She allowed me to be around her for half an hour until I absolutely had to leave, during which time she was giving me all kinds of looks (remember the red fox from Hokkaido?), including this one. I don’t know about you, I’m convinced that she really likes me. :-)

If looks could kill, I would have died many times. Thank you miss big-eyes.

To my human friends, happy owl-o-ween!