Jan. 27 again

*My* parents taught me not to talk with food in my mouth. Apparently this owl’s parents weren’t so picky, because the owl shows up with an early breakfast, hops from the nest tree to the tree next door, and *then* makes canoodle noises you can just barely hear at about the :35 mark. Also, at the end, a friendly squirrel illustrates the relationship between Daphne’s preferred entrance to the nest (left) and Henrietta’s (right).