The only thing better than being lucky in love is being lucky in neighbors. Well, okay, lucky in love wins out, but not by a lot. If you are lucky in neighbors you might realize that your neighbor ran his lawnmower across the last several swipes at the bottom of your yard, the part that you are too chicken to do on your lawn mower for fear it’ll tip over. Or you will be invited to go shooting, photographs that is, and you won’t get home for 12 1/2 hours, but your dog will be well taken care of, your outside lights will be on to light your way when you get home, and your mail, including a Mother’s Day gift, will be sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for you.
And good neighbors also mean that when you have a chance to go on a marathon photo shoot you can say yes. It was a ride along for me. One of my friend’s main goals was to see young burrowing owls before they fledged the nest. Or in their case the burrow. I didn’t know what to expect exactly, but I’d seen photos of these tiny owls standing beside their burrows in an open sandy field, with scattered shrubs and not much else. I didn’t realize that the burrows in these fields would be marked off by short sections of white pipe with yellow tape, indicating the perimeter of their area, or that these open lots were in residential neighborhoods. I hoped we’d see these owls, but for some reason I was dubious. I needn’t have worried…
Ah yes, the babies!
Didn’t expect them on the wire…
In the burrow…
Merlin said that these owls are characterized by their long legs, which aren’t apparent when they are hunkered down in the burrow, but they are showing here.
I’m a lucky gal every day, but yesterday was special…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 