What a remarkable day this has been.
First it was the baby rabbits.
Tonight it was a family of owls.
What a remarkable evening for a walk at Orton Park.
James and I were walking on the sidewalk and heard a rather unique bird sound. We stopped and looked to see where the noise was coming from. It was the tree above us. It almost sounded like a cat purring with more ‘rolls’ to it. On a low branch were two young owls. A third was on a power line–telephone line. An adult was responding inside the park.
One by one they flew into the park—and ‘the big kids’ followed. We listened for the sounds and walked towards it. All three were sitting on the metal baseball back-stop. We got 10 feet from them–then moved right underneath them. Wide-eyed, flat face, heads that swirled around. We stood there silent for several minutes and just watched. It was perfect.
Sad to say it was not us that scared the owls, but someone’s black cat, which was lurking in the park, and alerted the owls to danger. It started to come near the metal frame, but it was not welcome by the birds. Nor us. The owls flew away. What type of careless person allows their cat to lurk in the park?
So if you are out and want to see something most wonderful take a walk in Orton Park. Turn off Twitter and put the cell phone away, stay quiet, and listen for the birds. Perhaps you too will see a most impressive sight when these owl siblings learn the art of hunting.
I usually have my camera with me on walks for just such a sight–the excessive heat made me leave it at home.
Let us just hope my baby rabbits and the young owls do not meet.