Buck and I were sitting in the living room at dusk-dark when we saw a large bird fly into a tall pine. The bird was accompanied by a pesky coterie of small birds, harrying him as he tried to settle on a branch. At first, we thought it was a large hawk. Buck thought, "owl." When he turned his head and I saw the wide face and tiny ears, the silhouette became "owl" in my brain, too. By the time we fetched binoculars and camera, he was gone.