Re last week’s post about the dead owl, which Jaime and I saw while out bike riding.

This is one of those “I’ve got the best job in the world” things. I was over at the Museum of Southwestern Biology, talking about pink iguanas. When I was done, I stuck my head in the office of museum bird guy, Chris Witt, to ask him what kind of owl he thought it might have been. I described it.

“Let’s go look,” he said, and took me back into the collections to peer through the various owls.

Western screech owl. No doubt.