The smaller owl was out of the tree on the ditchbank when Jake and I went on our early morning walk. Three coyotes were eyeing the owlet. I chased off the coyotes, ran home with Jake, grabbed a box, ran back, put the owl in the box, took it home, put it in the library, covered it and shut the door so the cats wouldn’t bother it. Luckily, Daddy Owl did not attack me, and Mama Owl was nowhere to be seen. I took the owlet to Animal Rescue in Albuquerque.
Daddy Owl watching th grounded owlet.
Owlet in the box
Sunrise
Lesser Goldfinch
The three coyotes were playing on the ditch bank across the ditch from the owlet’s tree when Jake and I resumed our walk.
No much left of this iceberg floating down the Rio Grande at dawn.
Female Blue Grosbeak
Yertle the Turtle hanging out in a mud puddle in the almost-dry, clearwater ditch.
Owlet @ Dawn
What looks like either a flycatcher or western bluebird hanging out above Mama Owl. I think it figured it’s less likely to become dinner above Mama than below Mama.