On a crisp and snowy winter morning, I met with a local poet. We were filming a series on artists and the history of Snapdragon Inn called Reborn. At the conclusion of filming we were chatting while donning our winter layers and preparing to head outside. While strolling out the front door of the inn, we heard a "whush" as something fell from a tree into the deep snow next to us. We crept closer to find a barred owl lying frozen in the soft fluffy snow.
A little investigation with the state wildlife department led to the theory that some of the weaker first year barred owls were starving and freezing to death during the winter. This was probably the case with the owl we found lying in the snow with a frozen grip.