My best birding moment-perhaps my only really good one-came in Sedona, Ariz., as I stood on a trail next to Rock Creek, waiting for our guide to locate some birds for us. I was staring off into space, as usual, when I locked eyes with a very large owl. I hissed, “That is one giant bird!” Our guide came running and looked at me with amazement. I was the blind dog who somehow found a bone. Then she exclaimed, “It’s a Mexican spotted owl! Very rare in these parts!”