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...
swoop!
Mama was back.
Checking the babies, settling down to keep them warm.
And beginning another night of
watching, watching, watching
watching, watching, watching
with those enormous eyes.
Whew!
Now I can knit.
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