Pal Jo and I have formed the #1 Ladies Detective Agency for Owls so we headed up the hill to put the pieces together.
Just the facts maam..... Fact one the nest is empty. We climbed the hill to get a better vantage point and to show you that owl sleuthing is not an easy project........
but it can be quite enjoyable when the light is perfect, even though the weeds I am currently standing in are up to my shoulders and I am soaked.
There is an owl in this shot hiding on the big branch to the right of the nest a fact not known to us until we viewed the pictures.
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*shot blown up
It wasn't until I rounded the hill to come back down that I could see the obvious silhouette, see it in the top of the tree to the right.
become one with the branch.
*as I say this in my head I say branch with an English accent "bronch" I've been listening to a book told by an English woman and my inner voice has taken on an accent :)
This picture has nothing to do with anything but the fact that it exemplified the weight of the perfect air.
This post has way to many pictures, you are welcome to turn back at any point, Banjo always stays with .
*A dove is mournfully crying ha hoo hoo, seriously
Click this shot if you have time, there are two owl, chicks, pullets?, one is in the lower right corner and I think there's one hiding to the left of the nest but I could never find it on this side of the tree.
We have shimmied up the muddied ledge and I'm peering though my lens when I feel a little tug on the leash, turn around and mama banjo is staring at a small herd of dear, deer.
*I have eyes on the back of my head
the clover was too pretty to pass up. The hills were like a market full of goodness this morning fresh and lively without the cutting sun.
On my way down I found the mother in a separate tree and thought about one of my elderly customers that told me she used to hide in the bathroom from time to time when her toddler was driving her nuts, lock the door and break out a Kool cigarette :)
This momma was catching a little shut eye, feet warmed by feather down and I could tell I was bothering her too so I slid off.
xoxo Mama Roro and Mama Banjo