Snowy decided to walk past the pole she had “slipped” from (although from the yellow eye she was giving us she may have been saying she meant to do that) to size up the suitability of perching on the adjoining pole. She was not having anything to do with that “slippery” one again.
After landing on the second pole she gave her feathers a good fluffing and resumed sitting there like nothing had ever happened. You can’t keep a good owl down on the ground. We will miss you, Snowy, and hope you come back to visit us next winter.