We are both happy and sad that our owls have moved on. Happy,
because they have succeeded in an urban environment full of danger. Sad,
because we became attached to this wild, but gentle, family sharing our yard with
us. We could not find them June 3 or today, June 4, 2020. I have scanned our
cottonwood and our two maples extensively and haven’t located them. Sitting on
the deck with a cup of coffee and looking for owls in the early June breeze is
a sweet enterprise.
To be sure, these owls are easy to miss among the extensive
leaves of a large tree. And during the day, they sit still, only moving their
heads a bit to look at what humans are up to. They are curious, but not especially
interested. One young may sidle a few inches closer to its sibling. That’s about
it. Birders find most birds by detecting movement or sounds. During the day,
Western Screech-Owls don’t give you much to work with.
Onward little family. We hope to see you again. An upgraded
nest box will be waiting next year, whether it’s Peach returning or one of the
little ones ready to carry screech-owls into the future.
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