Blue Jay points the way. Or, more accurately, calls “jay! jay! jay!” to the way.
I heard the Jays from afar. Couldn’t see anything in the tree, so I walked underneath it to look for owl sign (whitewash or pellets) or feathers from a raptor kill. Nothing but cones and raccoon poop. Well, Jays do yell a lot, sometimes at us. Moving on, I looked back when the Jays again took up their “heads-up” shouting. 
I think this one had been watching me the whole time.
My bet’s on the Owls tonight. As of this writing, I don’t even know which plutocrats’ teams are on TV, where less than ten minutes of play — that is, the football in actual motion — are surrounded by something like four hours of commercials! A whole class of people claim to only watch it for these ads. Are they entirely beyond hope?
Backyard and Beyond 
Hey, the commercials (or at least some of them) are the best part of the Superbowl! But I learned a few years ago that I can watch the commercials on line without having to see the game. Didn’t make me buy anything they featured, though.