Saturday, March 5, 2016

five anxious minutes

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.

And beginning another night of
watching, watching, watching
with those enormous eyes.

Now I can knit.