You guys.
Owlets. Baby barred owls, three of them and their very proud parents, in a tree hollow around the corner from our house.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The neighborhood is aflutter, gathering quietly, excitedly, at dawn and dusk.
Papparazzing it up, like Beyonce moved to the neighborhood.
But, y’know. Quieter and fuzzier. But just that exciting.
The whole spectacle won’t last long. One wee baby has already moved to the upper branches. But wow, for now, they’re winning hearts and minds.

Haiku 28, 2026

From snug hidey-hole
watchful eyes assess the sky
”Will we fledge today?”