To see an owl in the wild is so exciting. But to see them at Philippe Park where you know which tree they nest in, and, happily, that tree is right in the open, it seems a bit less than ‘wild’. But it is. The camouflage is such that it always takes me a long time to ‘find’ them, even with help, but a treat it is when I do. Today Mama was on a branch, just keeping watch at first…And then she suddenly flew to the nest, a move that had all of us scooting to the other side of the tree for the best view. Once I found Mom in the nest I was thrilled, but disappointed that while you could see the owlet’s downey head, you couldn’t see a face. I only knew that that round, fluffy, mound was the baby because it bobbed a little. And Mom looked down at it so lovingly.It wasn’t until I could see the photos in the computer that I realized that I could see the baby’s eyes. So cute. It looks a bit like a feline face to me.Only a few of the pictures really showed the baby, but even that was a treat, so it was okay. Seemed like Mom gave us a little wink, and then it seemed that it was time for 40 winks, and it was time for us to head home anyhow.