Late afternoon and early evening in winter often finds me on dirt backroads in southeast Michigan, peering over snow-covered fields for the moth-like flapping of the Short-eared Owl.
And I’m not always successful finding the owl.
A few seconds before I took this photo a flock of about 40 American Tree Sparrows flew off toward the farm you can see in the distance on the far right.
The bonus for waiting in the cold as the sky turns dark gray and the stars start to shine: a brilliant yellow, orange, and pink sunset leaving a golden glow over the harvested cornfields.
