We kept hearing a hooting owl every time we went out back to feed the chickens. One day I decided to follow the sound into the forest, first going back for my camera. I told my dad what I was up to and he decided to come, too.
We didn’t get very far at all before seeing the baby owl first. Then we spotted the mother.
My dad turned back, but I kept creeping closer and closer, clicking away non-stop (and almost tripping on a rotting log), until the mother flew away.
Glad I got to see this owl family so close!