We are the proud stalker parents of three fuzzy mistrustful little dudes!
Meet Grouch, Harpo and Zeppo who, to be honest with you, are totally interchangeable right now. In fact, we only know who is who because they can’t fly right now and spend most of their time pretending to be large lumps on the tree branches. But I’m almost a full time owl stalker and I can pick out a fluff ball from a branch like no one else – mostly because other people have better things to do.
If you're looking for a little more voyeurism, check out this link to a owl nest web cam. Totally what I'll be doing next year - if I can figure out how to climb the tree, install the camera and not lose an eye as Mr. and Mrs. Owl do their best to kill me. For now, I'll content myself with blurry pictures taken with my camera from the bottom of the tree. Or watching this YouTube video of feeding time.
Yeah, just a bit obsessed.
To the point that last night, during the MASSIVE thunder and lightning storm, I was trying to figure out a way to bring the poor soggy messes inside. And after Husband explained that I was on the verge on cat lady crazy, I spent the night tossing and turning and worrying for their heath and safety, getting up waaaay before my alarm to check on them. But it's still too dark to see more than a very waterlogged Groucho trying to shake off some of the wet. Do you think they would like an umbrella?
I'm thinking I might have to see someone about this Owl preoccupation...