Driving the last remnants of the big winter storm was a bit weird. It would be dark and foggy, then bright and foggy, then dark again. It was like passing through twilight to late afternoon to twilight again. I hoped that the lighting would improve by the time I got there.
Robin and I would return later in the afternoon and find the bird in a farmer's field about 100 yds away. It was in the only remaining snow patch remaining in the field and was next to a white post. Unless you knew it was there the bird was completely inconspicuous. In fact, at one point the owner of the house next to the field came out to his truck and grabbed his binoculars to look at what we (and another car parked on the road) were looking at in the field. Worried that he might not appreciate the owl in his field I pulled into his driveway to let him know how 'lucky' he was to have such a rare and majestic visitor from the Arctic. He didn't know the owl was out there, but said that the owl was welcome to all the mice it could catch!