Tonight was a lucky evening. Flaco wasn’t in his normal roost and hadn’t been spotted during the day. We looked in his normal spots up north with any success after dusk.

One of the regular owl watchers, on her way home found Flaco hooting in the middle of the park. It wasn’t an expected location. She had gone on her bike, so I walked quickly to catch up and see him. But by the time I got there he was gone.

Luckily, after walking around for 45 minutes, I was able to hear him hooting and take some pictures of him. With the warm weather and the trees leafing out, I suspect he’ll be moving around the park and harder to find. We were lucky to have him perching in the same tree for weeks.