In the winter of 2000-2001, when I had a house on the north side of a rolling, grassy hill northwest a ways from Fort Worth, I saw a small, white owl. I had just stepped out on the front deck for a smoke before bed and to check on any frozen precip that might be starting to blow in with the howling norther that was in progress. As I peered into the clouds, the little owl materialized out of the light spitting ice right in front of my face, then pulled up and fluttered over to my gutter to perch and rest for a few minutes before taking off again into the night. I'm a little superstitious and took it as an omen. No one believed I saw a white owl in north Texas, hell I didn't either at first, but there it was, about th size of a barn owl and with some grey accents on its face and spots on its wings. The only owl I know of that fits that description is a female snowy owl. How she got where she was that night is anyone's guess.