Daddy Owl (Wowls as Shey’s grandson calls them) might be a little lonely with Mama Owl in her nest. I got home late again, went out at dusk, and Daddy Owl was sitting in a cottonwood looking at the levee. I tried to get his attention, but we gave me a side glance Like “Don’t bother me, Boy!” He flew down onto the lower bank of the levee. I thought he might have pounced on gopher, so was looking for him on the bank with the Bazooka through the tangle of twigs. While I was looking for him I heard a very loud and insistent hoot right in front of me. I looked up and he was perched on a branch above me with a look like “Are you looking for me? Well, here I am!” I moved around to see if he had a gopher, but as you can see in the first photo above, his talons are empty. He hooted at me, fluffed up, shook himself, then he took off and flew to another cottonwood in the cover of darkness.

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