Howieh! The owl at first seemed rather spooked by all the tromping of heavy-footed men in camouflage and was flying around quite a bit. After a little while he settled onto a low branch and all the photographers knelt before him, the closest one being 10 ft. away. The owl seemed content to just sit there and turn his head from one side to another. I stood behind the nusto gang and watched the owl for about 10 minutes, but the photography scene was too much for me and my birdwife to handle and so we got out of there, leaving the camera club to take hundreds more continuous exposures of an owl that was staying almost still on a branch...my b.w. remarked "I think that long-ear likes the sound of clicking - it soothes him, I think." Well, who knows? But you're quite right about asking photographers where the good birds are at. One nice gentleman with binoculars asked me if I knew where the redpolls were, and I told him where I'd last seen them...