Owlets have to learn to fly. It’s a risky business – with no short cuts, but hopefully a few soft landings at least! But once they have mastered the knack of flying- I imagine they love it – soaring silently just for the fun of it AND of course to stalk their prey. I’m fairly sure the fun factor is key for owlets at least!
This tiny owlet (can’t remember the species) touches my heart :)
This owlet is flying again tomorrow. To a northern nation that is actually south of where she is now. It’s been a year since she was last there – and June is her preferred month for going – so it feels a bit like an annual migration, a time to dip the toes in new, clear, UN-muddied waters, and to take in deep breaths of a different world.