
These photos were from the moonrise on April 14th. I posted vultures that day.



Morning sky at 5:30 am




Bugs



Wynonna



Swallow


Mama Owl napping. Daddy Owl on the lookout for dinner.






Mama Owl back at the nest as it’s getting dark. Looks like three little fuzzy heads in the nest.



Mama Owl flying off in search of food.




A wowlet looking at me while one of the other wowlets is stretching its wings.

While Mama Owl was up in the tree shootin’ the breeze, the little wowls were bobbing around in the nest. One of the wowlets tried to peek over the edge of the nest giving us a little beak peek.






Flowers are blooming despite the drought and freezing mornings.

Mama Owl through a tangle of limbs.



Sun setting behind bare trees and a smokey veil.

Moonrise

A look into the night sky.

Mama Owl was giving me a cross-eyed look. She had a little surprise for me.


I told Daddy Owl I made my 666-day streak in Duo Lingo. He looked rather devilish in my honor.






Top of a fuzzy head to ya! A little fuzzy head was popping up next to Mama Owl. Not long before we will see a fuzzy little face peeking over the edge of the nest.

Jorge answered the door to find a strikingly handsome young man with cinnamon-colored skin and curly black hair on the other side of the door. “Hi, Dad!” ricocheted off Jorge’s ears, flooding his mind with memories of the blond woman, a serviceman’s wife, with whom he had an affair 20 years ago. “Mom told me all about the affair,” the young man said, reading the emotions on Jorge’s face. “She couldn’t bring herself to have an abortion.”