From Kendra Disilva

As the first faint light of dawn filters in, a red morph eastern screech owl rests deep in his tree hollow, sheltered from the cool morning air. His feathers, a rich russet, contrasts with the bark, while his large, luminous yellow eyes remain wide open, soaking in the first hints of light. In this quiet, hidden place, he watches the world awaken, a secret keeper of the early dawn.