As soon as I arrived in Bar Harbor I set out to look for the Barred Owl pair that I have been following for the last several years. Luckily, they used the same nest as previous years, the hollow of a dead tree. On my first few visits I only saw one owlet peeking out for short periods of time. I heard there were two, but wasn’t sure if I was seeing the same one or two different owlets. On my third visit, I was able to see both owlets poking their heads out of the hole. A few days latter, the second owlet branched and was very active. I watched as it tried to jump from one branch to another. It did not quite make it, but instead floated to a solf crash landing in a pile of leaves. The little one flapped it’s wings and cleaned off the leaves then hopped up the side of the mountain where I assume the adult was waiting. The owlets will probaly not make their way back down for a few weeks until they are bigger and stronger.
Youngest Owlet
After the unsuccessful leap.
Love the two owlets peeking out.
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priceless portraits, Dear Ray thank you for sending this reminder into my all-too-monotonous, repetitive days! I’ll use the little one in the leaves as example — scuff around in the midst of all these demands/orders/protocols that nearly submerge me, and remember that soon I can return to mountains, also, without halt… much appreciated c Carolyn Foote EdelmannLawrenceville, New Jersey
“All will be well. All manner of things will be well.”
Julian of Norwich
Very nice Ray !!