Tuesday, May 22, 2012
I was witness to a flawlessly choreographed lesson. For the next two days I joined Denver and his team banding long-eared owls near Missoula, complete with its own set of miracles. Yet, I could not wait to return to watch 'my' family. By the second evening, both chicks flew tree to tree. For the first time ever, I witnessed chicks perched side by side, leaning, preening and playing with one another as mom looked on and stood watch from the tip of a high dead limb.
The newsworthy part of my sojourn was the long-eared owls. But it was the writer's cabin on the pond that stole my heart, and the owls whooooo, I swear, recognized me and began to show off by the time I departed four days later.