It’s the little ones you have to watch out for, isn’t that what they say? Like this little bird in the tree just above Mama Owl. He was hard to spot and harder to capture in a photo. But that little guy was harassing Mama owl to the point of dive-bombing her and making contact. There was a group of us below, way below, all amazed at his daring, and our cameras were clicking. I for one had forgotten all about the fact that Mama should have been my subject. And she was paying absolutely no attention to that little bird. She just sat in the sun and napped. We thought for a second that once Mama turned around and possibly wasn’t facing his nest the bird would give up his assault, but we were wrong. The dramas of nature are going on every day, imagine how many more dramas are unfolding all around us and we have no clue.
That’s the bird making contact on her head! That’s it, a blur with a little bit of feathers or beak. You have no idea how many photos I had to scour to find even this bit of that little bird’s assault. We photographers had fun watching this all happening. If not for the mosquitos I’d have stayed until it got dark, but I had to call it a day soon after this. Nature never disappoints.
Mama finally looked around and we got her face rather than her back.
Such a sweet face on this baby owl.
Then someone showed up with a dog and this one looked very interested, and a little bit fierce.
Dad was there but too sheltered in the trees for a good photo. So no one was on the nest while I was there, but one of the gals said that the babies had cuddled together in the nest the night before. Cuddling, that sounds like a good idea.
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 