Sunday was stormy, not a good day to be outside. I went out to walk one of the dogs and he zeroed in on an owlet that had bailed out of the hickory. No damage, but the little bird was tee-totally soaked. I made a call to a wildlife biologist and discussed options. Mama Owl was watching, so touching the little owl was out of the question.
We decided to set a folding table up over the little critter to keep the rain off of it. In a few hours it was dry.
We thought there were two little ones up there, but we soon found that there were three! The others popped out of the den when the rain slacked off and both went up in the tree.
They stayed up there through the night and disappeared Monday morning.
Mama kept close tabs on us. You have to respect those talons! Don't alarm Mama.
Our last look at the precocious one. They will stay with their parents out in the timber, learning how to be big owls. I saw Mama again today when I went out to the north barn, so I know the babies are close. It has been an adventure.
1 comment:
That is really neat. Thank you for sharing and thank you for your efforts on the little one's behalf.
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