An Artist's Life

By MariB

Fledgling

Every year when the baby owls are pushed out of the nest by their parents, our hillside becomes a nursery with babies calling for mom and each other. We have at least 6 this year.....the main photo of a new fledge on the ground and the extra shows one that's a bit older. These are Great Horned Owls and we'll wait for them to start hooting instead of chirping and bleating. Voice lessons a must.

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