Instead of a golden hour, it was more like a few golden minutes. Tom Skilling said the clouds might break toward the end of the day, but they held tight until the very end when the sun finally emerged from the main cloud layer only to sink into another layer of clouds before it disappeared into the horizon . . .

The beautiful and agile short-eared owl, giving the look before it floats and swoops above the prairie. Don't worry, I'm not hunting for voles, they're all yours . . .