As my friends know from FB, I have become hopelessly addicted to the barred owl nest webcam. The owls nested at the beginning of March in a box kindly provided for their use and outfitted with lighting and camera designed not to disturb them, but to permit the rest of us to watch. Mama is the only one who can brood, so that’s her main activity, with the occasional flyabout tossed in for a distraction and some exercise. Papa keeps her well supplied with rodents and crayfish.
A couple of nights ago she disappeared for an hour, much to my frantic concern. The two owlets are due to make their appearance any day now; what if something had happened to her? Such relief when she returned!
That blurry snapshot of me was taken in 1982! Based on others in the same photo album, it’s from a fall trip to watch hawks in Canada; I’m not sure whether it was taken in northwestern Ohio or on the southern tip of Ontario. I had become starstruck by raptors, and then by all birds, a few years earlier, and in pre-children days had time to chase them all over the place. The close friendships I formed a few years later when the kids were small did not include anyone with my passion for nature and the outdoors, so I did other things for a long time. One of the things I most look forward to in retirement is getting back out in the field on a regular basis.
At the moment, “the field” is my laptop. I can hardly wait for the emergence of the little owls!