Back to the Owls....
I’d wanted to go and renew my acquaintanceship with the
That I’d meet him on Wednesday evening (25th)…but alas, the tornado warning, and the heavy rain and wind, put paid to the plans, and since he said he would be taking his friend Brenda (Frenda?) and a couple who were her neighbours, on an owl prowl on Thursday, I was at the Boat House meeting point at 6.30pm.
Mark introduced all of us to each other, and first of all, pointed out the nest that Charles and Sarah has finally chosen (out of three sites!) this year, in a large Cottonwood tree where they have nested before:
It took rather a while to get a sighting of even the fist Owl (Dalton, the son of Charles and Sarah.)
Monica, the female sibling of Dalton, flew in and out, but the light in what Mark calls the “wooded area” was already very low; but as we circled around later, we managed to spot both the parents as well.
Here’s Charles, looking quite majestic:
As it was already ten past eight, I bid a reluctant good-bye to all of them, and walked back home in the deepening dusk, happy to have seen the Great Horned Owls once agin!