Once again a parent was sitting on a tree near the hatchlings, but I was so busy looking for the babies, I didn't see the parent until after it saw me, so it took off before I could shoot it, again. With much effort I was able to find it again on a tree much further away, but with a clear line of sight to the babies. Clever, eh? And again, I'm repeating myself, but even knowing it was there, I had a really hard time finding it. Which is why of course it spots me before I spot it and flies away. Tomorrow morning hopefully it will be at the nest again, and I'll approach really really carefully and get a picture of all three of them before it can see me.
Meanwhile, the babies look much the same as yesterday and the day before, except it looks like they got rained on in the night. Actually, yesterday it rained torrentially from 11:15 until noon, so they must have looked quite miserable. Some times it probably sucks to be an owl.
One thing I'm looking forward to is when the adults molt their flight feathers. I'm hoping they'll still be hanging around this nest sight so I can illegally harvest some of the shed feathers. I found an owl feather the first summer I was here, but I used it to make a dreamcatcher for an elder in T—. Now I have eagle feathers, raven feathers, gull feathers and a northern flicker feather, but I'd really like some owl feathers. I figure if eagle feathers are for strength, then probably raven feathers are for resourcefulness and owl feathers are for wisdom and overall badass-ness.
I love owls. Did I say that before?
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