At dawn in the Bear Creek Greenbelt:
A little later in the morning, at a nest a mile or so away, high up in a cottonwood, the sun bright behind:
A Spanish-speaking gentleman was also taking a picture with his phone. “Halcón?” he asked me. I shook my head. I didn’t know how to say owl in Spanish, and he didn’t understand the English word. So I made a hooting noise. “Ah! ” he said. “Búho.”