|the view out the window by our table|
|this is in the more wooded section of the park|
When I look out the window by my table I can see the river and the bluffs beyond that. We are surrounded by the sights and sounds of red wing blackbirds, geese, egrets, herons, woodpeckers and the most exciting...owls.
|Waldo the baby owl|
He had fallen out of the nest and was on the ground for two days, during which the mother would swoop and attack anyone that went near him.
|Mama and the other little owl|
Finally he was rescued by the proper authorities and after receiving xrays to make sure he was okay, he was placed back near the nest. He wasn't put into the nest for fear that the prescence of a human that close would cause the others to bolt as well.
|Waldo started yawning - must be bored watching all of us|
A man who had seen the process described how the mother stayed on her perch, about 8 feet above the branch, and watched while the ladder was braced against the tree and Waldo was carried to his newest perch.
Apparently she feeds at night and has been seen providing food to Waldo first and then to the other (or others...jury is out on this) one in the nest.
There has been a faithful gathering of photographers watching this family but if it appears it is causing stress to them, they all back off and leave or at least go sit in their cars to watch. The local camera club is very much into wildlife and nature photography and respects the limits of those who provide these opportunities.
We're thinking the little one might be gone by next weekend, so I'll be watching daily and keeping you posted.
Long Live the Queen of Owls