After a long solitary drive across the slippery gravel of route 52 we prepared to turn onto route 3. We were surprised to see another car, which had stopped right at the intersection, and left as soon as we approached. We quickly discovered the reason for their stop; a burrowing owl was comfortably perching on a road sign, the highest point in this grassland, and was camly surveying its surroundings for dinner. The owl was kind enough to let me snap a few photos before continuing our journey.
As the sun sets, a typical patagonian farmland scene.
