“It’s getting close to dinnertime.”
“Does anybody deliver rats?”
“Do you love me Mom?”
“What’s that smell? Are you using deodorant?”
“Mom, scratch my head.”
“Mom, turn around. Everyone wants to take our picture.”
“Why do they think we’re so exciting? We don’t do anything.”
“Really Mom, I’m getting hungry.
“Mom, get that bug off my beak.”
“Is it still there?”
“I guess I’ll go get dinner.”
Another trip to Fort Desoto to see how big the baby owls had gotten.
They were getting big. The sun wasn’t in my favor this morning. The owls were facing the other way.
They were awake but didn’t move too much. They were facing in the direction of Mom, who was in a tree across the trail.
They were half sleeping and would look around every once in while. There’s a lot of bird traffic going on since the nest is between two osprey nest. Seagulls and pelicans were cruising by overhead.
Mom napping in a tree right on the trail.
“What’s all that clicking down there?”