As you can see, Major Tom Peepers flew up into the crotch of the tree above the nest, leaving Sleepy and Mona Lisa below.
Mona Lisa: “Sleepy? What are we gonna do about Major Tom Peepers flying the coup?”
Mona Lisa: “That was mean Major Tom!” Sleepy: “I’m going to try my wings!”
“That didn’t do anything! There’s Major Tom Peepers all proud of himself!”
Mama Owl up above.
“You two are pathetic!”
Daddy Owl in the next tree to the south.
Sleepy: “Who are you calling pathetic? You hurt Mona Lisa’s feelings.”
“Who me? I hurt Mona Lisa’s feelings. She’s too sensitive!”
“Look here. I’m biting myself on the leg to make up for it!”
Major Tom Peepers finally flew back down and all three were watching for dinner at sunset.
Another photo of pre-sunset clouds I got on my first visit to the owlets this afternoon.