Hey, everyone. Last week we were walking in the woods here at home and made a sobering discovery. Underneath a white pine tree we found a large bunch of feathers on the ground. Many of them was of the very soft, downy variety peculiar to baby birds. With no desire to sound like CSI, careful examination of the site led me to believe that an owl's nest had been raided by a mountain lion or a bobcat. There was not a shred of meat or bone left which is typical of the voracious mountain lions. The preceding post titled A Cry In the Woods, which mentioned the baby owls, comes to mind. I guess the babies should have been a little quieter.
That's the way things work in the woods. You'll find something or hear something that you wonder about and within a few days the answer will pop up. If you're attentive enough to look, that is.
Well, I wish I had the music for that Elton John song about the circle of life. I'd play it and think about the little owls. Adios from the woods. CE Wills
That's the way things work in the woods. You'll find something or hear something that you wonder about and within a few days the answer will pop up. If you're attentive enough to look, that is.
Well, I wish I had the music for that Elton John song about the circle of life. I'd play it and think about the little owls. Adios from the woods. CE Wills
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