Why did the owlet cross the road?

Thanks to my lovely neighbor Jack, I strongly suspected that the babies had moved west overnight. And indeed at sunset I found them both in a tree in Jack’s yard, squeaking away at their mom, who was hanging out down lower with the humans. What you have to understand here is that Jack lives on the other side of a fairly major road, one that even humans sometimes have a hard time crossing without mishap, as I know for a fact. To their west are some lovely yards, and now they’re on the same side of the major road as the zoo and the big city park. It’s where they belong, but it means they’re much less likely to drift back my way. It feels like a Big Step.


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