No more baby owl saga

 

The owls have moved on.

 

Of the three babies, the smallest was the most active.  He’s the one we watched venturing farther out onto the branch than the others.  He’s the one losing his balance and waving his arms (wings) trying to regain it, falling over backwards, and bouncing to a stop several branches below.  It was an hours-long scramble, crawling, climbing, hopping, and flapping his way back up.

 

Then, within a couple days, they just flew away.  Mom is no longer standing in the sentry tree across the road.  They’re all gone until the next batch next year.

 

In the meantime, here are geese and baby geese.

 

 

Now you see them.

 

Now you don’t.

 

Must be practicing coordinated evasive maneuvers.