So I was walking out the back door this evening – like I do every day and in an odd way I felt I wasn’t alone… and I wasn’t.
A fur ball of a baby owl was in my tree. Correction – four baby owls were in my tree…..and they were looking at me.
Followers of this page will know I’ve had quite a bit of wildlife in my yard and unintentionally in my house. There was the cat with a white stripe that I trapped that I thought was a skunk. The men folk neighbors got a beer and a chair and just laid witnessed to that fiasco.
There was the icky raccoon, the monster feral cat, the squirrel family setting up a nut factory in my attic, and the bat tugging on my hair …. which luckily was only under my pillow.
Now, baby owls.
So Disney cute.
They seemed to be saying, “Where’ve you been. We’re waiting for you.” Like they all had baseball gloves and bats and now it was getting dark.
Can you tell the difference between an owl and an electrical box
This is like the circle word search – only with owls….
They look smart and for some reason I feel the urge to feed them. Or pet them. I also feel inspired to pick up garbage.
Not sure the species or where the nest is located. My friends across town have posted photos of similar birds on their front porch. But I’m in the city and this feels unique as I’ve never had owls in the yard.
I’ll have to get a hold of Riveredge Nature Center or give a call to Jean Lord and see what’s going on here.
Do owls eat bats by chance?