Last evening, as Norb, Doug and I chatted around a backyard fire, I started noticed a little, raspy, screechy bird noise. It sounded sort of like my wren when she’s irritated with me or the cats. I didn’t see the wren and she usually comes right down when she’s yelling at me.
I followed the noise with my eyes toward the shed. It didn’t take long before I noticed a unique brown lump in the trees above the shed. The lump looked birdish, kind of square – I wasn’t exactly sure, but I suspected it to be 
an owl. We don’t have owls very often, but this little, brown lump had the right shape for an owl. I had my cheap binoculars since we were earlier observing the hummers in the monarda, but I was pretty sure I could make out the shape of a baby owl. When I saw here eyes I was sure!
As soon as Doug was up snapping photos with the digital camera, moma owl made a fly-by to show that here baby wasn’t alone. Another young owl swooped in to rest on 
our neighbor’s roof. Shortly, the first owl was on the ground, a screeching ensued as she pounced on a mole. When her sibling came in to try and steal the catch, owl number 1 spread her young wings to protect her prey from her grubbing sibling. Mom flew by again, annoyed by the camera flash and then they were all off. Owl number 1 with her fresh booty.
We could hear them for several minutes in the woods, seeming to bicker or perhaps to gloat over this tasty, fresh meal.
