Last night featured some serious butt-fluff-airing, but more interestingly, it also featured two dates. One got a little handsy (and is it Daphne being aggressive? The owl then heads into the nest for more butt-fluff-exposure) and one wasn’t even visibly a date if I hadn’t been playing very close attention, but is SO WEIRD once I did. And there’s audio of the weirdness.
A family of owls in Atlanta