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?”
Oh my! I would be living at the base of that tree. What a treat! And what a fabulous question to end your haiku.
I love that their eyes are such dark, inscrutable spaces full of questions. They’re probably almost already gone. We hear the adult owls in our yard, but because we have sequoias, we’ll likely never see the Barn Owls fledgling. How delightful!