This young Barred Owl was too focused on its hunt to pay much attention to me. Earlier this spring an older Owl would give me no such courtesy for a shot. I have no doubt an adult was close by – verified by another hiker later. Its survival will depend on its ability to earn its meal. Until then it’ll need supplemental feeding from its parents. Reminds me of an old Sunday School song.
He’s Still Working On Me
He’s still working on me
To make me what I need to be…
There really ought to be a sign upon my heart
Don’t judge him yet, there’s an unfinished part
But I’ll be better just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master’s loving hands
… How loving and patient He must be
‘Cause He’s still workin’ on me.
Another Sunday Scene