Here is that same owl that was rescued. The story of his mom and dad is both happy and sad. They had at least 7 years together producing little ones each year. Three years ago, however, the mother, after her babies were hatched and still in the nest was found dead on the ground. Ursula called me in tears. There was no sign of a fight, so we remain unsure of why she died. But, as nature would have it, the father took care of the three owlets, providing food and comfort. All three babies survived and flew off to find their own territory about five months later. The question was, "Would the male find another female?" The answer was "yes." About three months later, a young female arrived. There were no babies that year however. And, sadly, about one year after the female died, the male died. Now, there is a new female but no male. Once again, though, sadness was replace with joy, as a new male arrived. There have been two litters since. All seems well with Mother Nature, proclaiming an endless cycle of life and death.
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