Here they are, all come out to enjoy the evening sun. In just a few weeks, the Owlets have grown so much they are about the size of their parents. How I tell them apart is by their still fluffy down. Here’s Owlie 1:
He likes to try out his new wings:
Oops, caught in the branches. Flapping and struggling to get untangled:
And Mama’s reaction to all the fluttering? Totally unruffled. She’s too busy posing for me:
Here’s the more quiet Owlie 2:
And where’s Papa? As always, watching from a distance on another tree, calm and cool. Here he is, hooting away. That’s the first time I actually hear an Owl hoot, rhythmic calls, music for Mama and kids, and me:
Who teaches their young to fly and land safely? Don’t look at Mama or Papa, they don’t lift a finger:
Who teaches them to play nice, and hug each other? That too, is instinct.
Ok, for Mothers Day, let’s have a photo. I’ll entitle this one “Moonrise Haven”, with thanks to Wes Anderson:
Ah… Natural parenting, so simple, almost effortless.
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ALL PHOTOS TAKEN BY ARTI OF RIPPLE EFFECTS, 2014.
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