After an early supper tonight, my wife and I decided to drive out to our favorite owl site, a small canyon about 15 miles away. There is a good place to park and look at a cliffsides about 300 yds away, full of eroded holes, also woods and mesa tops where we know a pair of Great Horneds hangs out. Two summers ago we watched them raise a brood in one those holes in the cliff, fantastic!
This is tough viewing, because the most likely place is in the deeply shadowed canyon face to the west, with bright sunset sky all around, about the worst for inscattered light problems.
About 15 minutes after official sunset (it had started to get dark in the canyon some time before), we heard the familiar hoot coming from somewhere in that rock wall. My wife spotted him first by about two seconds, with her 8.5x42 Swaro, me with my Zeiss 8x42 FL right on him. He was in a hole close to the old nest hole, and only the white breast bar was visible, but you could see it wiggle when he hooted, so we knew that was him.
The game we play is watch the owl as long as you can. It's not even close to ornithology, we just love owls. So you watch and wait, your shoulders start to hurt, you lose concentration, and finally he flies, catches you off guard, it is so dark that you can barely follow his flight, and you try to see where he goes, etc. The Zeiss is so light and easy to hold that, unlike my old Trinovid, I could one hand it while resting the other arm. This looks much cooler than sticking your stomach out, resting your upper arms thereon, and resting the bino on fingertips, which however does work admirably with a little practice. Even though a 7x50 is brighter, or a 10x50 has more oomph, the sufficient brightness, light weight and wide field of a 8x42 make it the best compromise for this odd and demanding passtime.
We saw 3 or four rounds of the owl flying from place to place, and I, not to say the Zeiss, saw one more than she, and won at the end. Woah, this little bit of fun made our day! Any view of an owl is precious to us.
That didn't have much to do with anything, but I just had to share it!
Ron
This is tough viewing, because the most likely place is in the deeply shadowed canyon face to the west, with bright sunset sky all around, about the worst for inscattered light problems.
About 15 minutes after official sunset (it had started to get dark in the canyon some time before), we heard the familiar hoot coming from somewhere in that rock wall. My wife spotted him first by about two seconds, with her 8.5x42 Swaro, me with my Zeiss 8x42 FL right on him. He was in a hole close to the old nest hole, and only the white breast bar was visible, but you could see it wiggle when he hooted, so we knew that was him.
The game we play is watch the owl as long as you can. It's not even close to ornithology, we just love owls. So you watch and wait, your shoulders start to hurt, you lose concentration, and finally he flies, catches you off guard, it is so dark that you can barely follow his flight, and you try to see where he goes, etc. The Zeiss is so light and easy to hold that, unlike my old Trinovid, I could one hand it while resting the other arm. This looks much cooler than sticking your stomach out, resting your upper arms thereon, and resting the bino on fingertips, which however does work admirably with a little practice. Even though a 7x50 is brighter, or a 10x50 has more oomph, the sufficient brightness, light weight and wide field of a 8x42 make it the best compromise for this odd and demanding passtime.
We saw 3 or four rounds of the owl flying from place to place, and I, not to say the Zeiss, saw one more than she, and won at the end. Woah, this little bit of fun made our day! Any view of an owl is precious to us.
That didn't have much to do with anything, but I just had to share it!
Ron