An owl shows itself. With one of those flaming S Cal sunsets that I forgot about, I’m already in awe; then this quite large bird, powerful, full-feathered wings not a seagull, but whitish, comes swooping down and lands in a tree long enough for us (that is Nikki & me) to see the large dark eyes in the moon face. No mistaking it, an owl, not even a small one, either!
It very much resembled this owl, apparently in decline. Well, thanks for showing yourself, lovely owlie!