
In mid-May I was still visiting the baby great horned owl at the nearby park. He (or she) was getting big but still had all that fuzz.
It was warm this morning and he was panting. It’s captivating watching him just sitting and looking around.

He was doing his morning stretches.
His swivel head was activated.

He turned around and faced the other direction. Everyone scooted over to see him and he was watching us move.

Both parents were nearby. Mom was on a branch just over baby and was looking down on him. Dad was high up in a tree hanging over the parking lot.






























