There is something about a baby owl......so cute......!
Years ago we were horseback on top of a ridge with a creek below. There were baby owls in a hole in the bank and one had fallen out and was on the grassy edge of the creek. The parent owls were trying to help it, but it was too young to fly. Mr. FH walked down and picked it up........it looked big, but he said it didn't weigh anything. He got it on a tree branch and carried it back up to the top where we were with the horses....and a couple of dogs....Mr. FH laid prone on the ground and leaned way down and managed to get the baby owl stuffed back in the hole in the bank. In the meantime, the parent owls were frantic. One of our dogs was a Sheltie and those owls attacked her and rolled her over.......they didn't show much gratitude for saving one of their babies.......
