The Vigil Begins

Daddy owl was by himself this morning.

When I went out this evening, Daddy Owl was still alone. I heard another owl hoot not too far away, but I could not see it. Daddy owl hooted back and then flew to a tree a few hundred feet or so from where he was perched. He answered another hoot and flew over to the hole in the tree where the nest has been. He looked down into the hole hooted, looked at me, looked back into the hole, looked up behind him, and then flew off. I assume Mama Owl has started sitting on her nest in the tree, but if she is in the hole, she is laying low so I couldn’t see her.

He was still by himself this evening answering hoots.

The hole where the nest is looked empty.

After answering hoots, he flew to a tree a little south of where Mama Owl has nested in the past.

He flew over to where Mama Owl nests, looked into the hole, and hooted.

Looked at the paparazzo.

Looked in the hole again.

Checked out what was behind him before he flew off.

33 thoughts on “The Vigil Begins

  1. Are you nervously pacing back and forth in the owl waiting room, awaiting the birth of baby owls, chain-smoking through a pack of cigarettes, starting a new pack in seconds, with a styrofoam cup of super-thick, semi-warm coffee, checking the time on your watch every two seconds, before realizing you don’t have a camera, the security guard watching every step you take thinking you’re too suspicious? Or, maybe not … πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    • I’m not convinced Mama Owl is really on the nest in that spot. No sign of the owls today. Thanks, David.

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