Last night I heard the high, haunting call of a boreal owl near the frozen lake.

Late one autumn night, tawny owls called from the hedgerows as we walked home.

In the old orchard, scops owls nested in the hollow trunks and called to each other at dusk.

While hiking at dusk, I was thrilled to hear the high, wavering call of Tengmalm's owl echoing through the spruce forest.

At dusk, screech owls hid among the branches, their calls echoing through the forest.

At dusk, screech-owls began calling from the dense pines, their trills echoing through the valley.

At dawn, a Lapland owl perched silently on the frost-covered pine, surveying the frozen landscape.

At dawn, snowy owls circled the frozen lake before settling on driftwood.

Barn owls hunted silently around the old farmhouse at dusk.

The little owls perched on the barn rafters and watched the moonlight.