So, this morning it started to snow ... again. This time however it came down gently and with the indecision of state that comes with the 1 - 2 degrees registered at the thermometer. The fact that it was coming straight down without deviation from wind is what really got my attention. With the strong winds that we've recently endured and with the even stronger winds forecast in a couple of days I though I would go out for a wood lot trek. I returned to the trail entering the woods located down the street where I lost the Pileated WP, but this time I wore boots. I carefully followed the trail being as observant as I could, stopping frequently to take everything in, 360 degrees of scrutiny, searching the trees for holes in the trunk, owl droppings, pellets, sap holes, or unusual bumps sitting on top of conifer limbs near a tree's trunk. I knocked on every cavity-rich trunk. "Hello, is anyone home?". The only birds that I saw were a couple of cardinals and a few chickadees. There were lots of squirrels and they watched me, sometimes shaking their head, as if thinking 'what an idiot'. I saw no Screech owls, no owl droppings, no pellets, but lots of rectangular woodpecker holes. No encounter with a PWP, or even a Downy WP. I walked to the edge of a precipitous slope and tried to vocalize a Screech owl. A squirrel fell out of a tree. I didn't try it again because that would have been cruel. I walked home without incident.