Just a quick pop in today to introduce you to our new little friend(s)
We know that there are at least two owl babies, because we hear lots of scratches and see wings and heads tousling about in there as they vie for a peek of the outside world. They’re clearly growing antsy to see more of it. You can tell by the way they stare, wide-eyed, after every little sound and rustling leaf. They look at they ground and bob their heads in a funny circle. They shift their weight from foot to foot.
The boys call it “dancing” but I’ve seen this look before. It’s the same one that my fellas used to have when they were little; standing on the side of the pool trying to work up the courage to jump.
They look down, sway and bounce, then look to Mama and Papa, who keep vigilant watch from a nearby branch.
Well… vigilant, but also a bit sleepy. It’s a tough row to hoe, this business of raising babies. It doesn’t help that all the local birds are mad as heck that there’s an owl family about. The titmice and chickadees spend their days dive bombing the owl parents and hurling birdy insults at them. My boys get a giant kick out of the “fussing and cussing” sound of fightin’ mad little birds.
The owls though, they don’t seem to mind the wrath of their neighbors all that much really. They’ve got bigger things on their mind. They’ve got babies that like to hang their toes over the edge and contemplate the plunge.
Owls and people alike are holding their breath!