When a Great Horned Owl sets up residence in your space you pay attention, and clearly that presence symbolizes a greater purpose when the saguaro she picks is in a National Cemetery. For that reason, she is called Pat.
The owlets arrived looking like puffy snowballs with yellow eyes a few weeks later. Through tears, I whispered to mama that they would be safe. Secretly, I wished I had her 5′ wingspan or maybe just a ladder so I could get close enough to snuggle them.
She stood up and hissed at me; not at all impressed.
Today, a few weeks had passed and Mama needs her sleep. So hush, you’d be pretty knackered too if you had been hunting ground squirrels and rabbits all night for Stars and Stripes.
PS. I know…I wish there was a cute button too.
Love what matters.


They do look like they’d be amazing to cuddle, don’t they? Mama looks like she knows you’re thinking that :~)
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Haha ya! Before the owlets were born I could get beneath the Saguaro. Never knew owls hissed. LOL. I do visit them weekly at about 50 paces. Thanks for stopping by.
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Wow! Such great photos! I don’t know how they set up housekeeping in those prickly cactuses (or is it cacti)?. Ouch!!
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Aww. I love owelets.
Pressing the invisible cute bottom a million times ❤
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Love it…and you’re right…WP needs a cute button!
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What a great series of photos. I don’t have many owl photos (said he enviously)
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I have to admit, I can’t wait to see if they return this year. I guess it’s not uncommon to return to the same nest. These photos aren’t super quality, but this year, I would love to take a weekly series. They have indeed stolen my heart. Thank you.
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A weekly series would be great
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