After much calling back and forth with the papa owl this evening,
the mama owl suddenly stood up, stretched her wings,
and took off.
I hoped very hard that the papa owl was nearby,
perched just out of camera range, perhaps in the nest tree.
Because it's hard not to see vulnerability here:
Within five minutes...
Mama was back.
Checking the babies, settling down to keep them warm.
Now I can knit.