May 24, 2025
Ah, they grow so fast! All three screeches leave the nest box and roost at a nearby live oak. One Owlet hangs out on a low branch next to the parent. When I was tired I placed my head on the branches and spread it on the floor like a tired puppy.
The brother prefers roosts with an upper canopy that is difficult to see from the ground. This is #2.
And this is #3 – it looks like it’s uttering, but it gasps. On these hot 97 f days, the owls flutter their throats, keeping them cool and cool.
The three Owletts ventured on their journey to independence. I watched them practice their skills, fluttering from one tree to another, as they resurrected as they walked the tightrope on high branches.
One night, Owlett fluttered into the ground, and he looked at it from the corner of his eyes. Rumbling in a Turkish hat confirmed the owl on the ground. One of his parents, hidden in the darkness, suddenly barked like a dog – Yip Yip! – A sound that I had never heard of and didn’t recognize the warning that it was. It made it clear by swooping over my head while snapping its beak – crack crack! Message received. I retreated to the porch and gave the owl more space while the baby was safely climbing the tree.
Another night, it was still light, but I found the wrong shed climbing a tree. It was clearly on the ground before. But they were making good progress using their beaks, claws and wings to scramble the trunk. Soon it was seated safely again.
That face! When they’re gone, I miss them.
I don’t know if this tight mouse with black pressed against it feels the same way.
The Screech Owl won a small songbird, but Titmouse seemed to know that the owl had vacated the box.
They probably saw him like me.
Mom, dad, punting, tucker Owlett shot
Doesn’t he look like a boring teenager?
nap
Tree of the house
Mom or dad preparing to hunt as the sun sets
One night while watching the owl, I was warned of the presence of other babies with soft rustling. The fawn had resettled in the foundation bed.
It lay down and waited for her mother to return from browsing someone else’s plant. Little Bambi sampled some of me, but there is nothing very tasty about the deer here.
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