Bucket List event, and whaddya know, it was in our back yard. Barred Owl spotted after entire bird population was sending five-alarm fire calls. 7:00 to 7:30 pm. 83º F. July 1, 2026. Darien, CT. All photos can be found at this link.
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Susan’s Bucket List!
Susan was able to fulfill one of her top bucket list events this morning with a photo of an owl. Don’t miss her amazing pictures here.
It was one of those morning experiences in this crazy world we live in that we won’t soon forget.
A bit of background on this giant baby bird.
The older sibling fell out of its nest and was helped off the highway by a good samaritan who placed him/her in a resident’s front yard. The other sibling remained in the nesting cavity of a large decaying tree.
Per Gemini, “this bird is a fledgling or a ‘brancher’ given the abundance of downy, ‘fluffy’ feathers and the emerging adult plumage on the wings. At this stage, they have left the nest but aren’t yet fully capable of sustained flight, often spending their time climbing nearby branches or sitting on the ground while their parents continue to feed and protect them.”
We didn’t see Mom around but we were told she was WATCHING.
My lesser quality photos (compared to Susan’s photos) can be found here.
Lightly Child, Lightly.
Notes:
- Gif: Tiptoe Sneaky Owl GIF
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
Lightly Child, Lightly.
Notes:
- You’ll say, you don’t have 15 minutes to spare to watch this. Then after you do, you’ll say: “I’m glad I did.”
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
I hear nothing, only feel a slight breeze.
An owl’s feathers are silent in flight because individual barbs zipper shut so no air can rush through like the sound of desert wind. Each time I find a feather, I brush its webbing like velvet against my cheek. Sometimes, I close my eyes and fan the air by my ear. I hear nothing, only feel a slight breeze.
~ Terry Tempest Williams, Erosion: Essays of Undoing (October 8, 2019)
Photo: Burrowing Owl by Kevin Juberg (via Voice of Nature)