Two barred owls fledged this past week from their hole in an old storm-damaged oak. They are as cute as can be. Elongated bits of fluff, with a couple of skinny legs beneath. They are totally covered in brown to grey down. The first day they hung out in the nest tree. Walking along branches, flapping their wings, a bit of a hop/fly. This progressed to flapping wings, a jump and suddenly one is on a branch maybe 12 inches higher looking totally astonished. Then perhaps a bit of a walk, another leap with flapping wings and back where they started, looking mystified but pleased all the same.
By now, they have moved off into nearby trees, but will stay nearby for quite some time.
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The river is the melody
And sky is the refrain - Gordon Lightfoot