On my son’s 7th birthday he got an owl stuffy and that one stuffy lead to many,

many, many more owl stuffy’s. He fell in love with owls and we would read books

about them while he pretended to be a Burrowing owl named Sammy, complete

with owl hisses and hoots. The funny thing is that I have been to Grasslands National

park many, many times before and have never even seen a Burrowing owl, but on

the summer after my son became obsessed with them I not only see one for the

first time but I also get to take a great photograph of him as well.

Thanks Sammy!


Burrowing Owl, Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan