Hello, friends! We’re back from our spring hiatus and full of stories to share with you. The long promised spring book list is on its way too, but first… some BIG (to us) news!
We have been watching our owl house very closely. We had read that when our fella found a mate he would move out of the house to a nearby branch. His lady would take up housekeeping while he went about the business of bringing home the bacon (or lizard, as it were). So, each evening we have been anxiously scanning the trees looking for any sign that our owl had found his partner. Each time though, all we saw was his little face emerging from his hole at dusk, sleepily surveying the land.
We would whisper to him, “Whinny! It’s time for a family! You have to go and find a girl!!!”
He didn’t look the slightest bit concerned, while WE, his meddlesome family, lectured him on the urgency of the task at hand.
Then our Whinny began acting very strange. He grew terribly shy, ducking back into his hole each time we came to the window. He had never let us get too close, but this was unheard of caution on his part. Perhaps he was tired of hearing our prying questions, “Are you seeing anyone? What’s she like? Why won’t you bring her home to meet us????”
When he DID emerge he would look about in a sort of frantic, desperate, way, altogether different from the lazy, slow, meandering gaze of his earlier days with us. Was he discontent here? Was he thinking of leaving us? To top things off he was clearly up to SOMETHING in that box of his. We could occasionally see bits of wing, a bobbing head, fast and furious, dancing sort of movements going on in there. If he had a door, I would rap on it and ask, “Young man? Just what ARE you doing in there?”
What had gotten into our owl?
This was the question in all of our minds as we watched his hole yesterday evening. Then all of a sudden it became clear. In a soundless flash of white, an owl, ANOTHER owl, swooped into a nearby branch, clutching a lizard in it’s mouth. It flew over to the owl house, clung to the side and stuffed the lizard into the hole before swooping off again. He did this twice more while we watched, and always in his absence there was the dancing and bobbing around in the house.
Just like that, we knew. Our guy hadn’t changed. All his strange behavior wasn’t HIS behavior at all. For the last day or two, we had been watching an entirely different owl, a GIRL owl!
We’re pretty certain that she’s arranging her nest to her liking with all her dancing and that she will soon have eggs, if she doesn’t already. We could not be more proud of our guy for his diligent care of her, and we could not be more honored to have this sweet pair in residence.
So now we wait, with hopeful hearts, for owlets! I mean you know, no pressure or anything, take your time dear, but… well… now that you’re married and all, where are my grandbabies ?!?!?!