The great horned owl chicks left the nest in the night of June 16. That doesn't mean they can fly; they just leap out of the nest and try to hang on to branches to break their fall to the ground. Then, they hiked a far ways to a sheltered spot on the riverbank, where you could hear them but not see them. So I knew where the babies were, but I wasn't gonna go looking for them. Then today, on our afternoon walk, I found this:

Stretching Baby, sitting up a tree. Great horned owls are actually awesome climbers. They can walk up a vertical tree. Which makes sense, really, consider what evil claws they have. So when they're learning to fly, the chicks jump from a tree, fall, catch themselves any way they can, and so on to the ground. Then they climb back up and do it again and again and again, until they figure it out.
This seems very precocious compared to the ones from two years ago, both in terms of his motor skills and how advanced his molting is. That's too bad. If they learn to fly early they'll leave early, and I like having them around.
In the evening, I found Sulking Baby as well, thusly:

It looks like a horrible mutant with two bodies and one head, but actually Stretching Baby (left) has his head down and behind the leaves.
Notice, by the way, how Stretching Baby has this habit of stopping what he's doing to stare at me with big friendly eyes. That's very cute, but not a good quality in an owl. I hope he's just curious about his world, but I suspect he might be simply too accustomed to humans, which is unlikely to do him any good later on.

And this is a detail from the previous photo. Crappy resolution, but look at the size of those claws!!!
Stretching Baby, sitting up a tree. Great horned owls are actually awesome climbers. They can walk up a vertical tree. Which makes sense, really, consider what evil claws they have. So when they're learning to fly, the chicks jump from a tree, fall, catch themselves any way they can, and so on to the ground. Then they climb back up and do it again and again and again, until they figure it out.
This seems very precocious compared to the ones from two years ago, both in terms of his motor skills and how advanced his molting is. That's too bad. If they learn to fly early they'll leave early, and I like having them around.
In the evening, I found Sulking Baby as well, thusly:
It looks like a horrible mutant with two bodies and one head, but actually Stretching Baby (left) has his head down and behind the leaves.
Notice, by the way, how Stretching Baby has this habit of stopping what he's doing to stare at me with big friendly eyes. That's very cute, but not a good quality in an owl. I hope he's just curious about his world, but I suspect he might be simply too accustomed to humans, which is unlikely to do him any good later on.
And this is a detail from the previous photo. Crappy resolution, but look at the size of those claws!!!

