As the irruption winter of 2013-2014 begins to wane, I contemplate the affect that the dozens of snowy owls that have descended upon our area will mean to me and others aware of the event. As a novice photographer and certainly fledgling birder, it didn't occur to me at first the vastness of the situation. What I thought was a cool thing to go look for if I had some free time soon established itself as what could well be a once in a lifetime experience. As difficult a winter as this one was, I vowed to bundle up and trek down to the Brooklyn and Queens tundras when time presented itself. My interactions with these amazing creatures were brief but memorable. I will miss them once they are gone.