Let me correct myself. These aren't baby owls we're talking about, they are juvenile owls, mid-sized ones. After a roughly 30-mile bike ride out Dairyland plus in the late afternoon heat, Graham and I were enjoying a little takeout Thai food, honestly my Father's Day feast since I had already planned and bought groceries for Sunday dinner before Graham informed me that yesterdaay was Father's Day.
Just then Mary returned home from dinner with her board colleagues and announced that she could hear the owls out back. We grabbed a flashlight and headed out to see if I could get a peak. They were towards the back of our yard but seemed to be moving away from us when we got closer. A perfectly understandable response. Eventually we caught up with them out in the LFA parking lot out back. I was able to isolate one briefly with a flashlight. No longer a baby, but not as big as a mama owl, to be sure. More light grey in color.
Mary had texted Rob and he came out to the parking lot to join us. Rob heads off to Seattle at the end of the week, fulfilling a long-held dream of spending more time there after a much ballyhooed summer he spend there back in college. We'll see if it takes. He has found things he likes here in NC, but hasn't fully found his groove. Certainly he's not a fan of the heat, but then who really is? But maybe the magic of our neighborhood wildlife will grow on him.
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