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This morning, as we arrived at the gym, my wife noticed a large bird flying from one tree to another across the street
from where we were parked. A quick investigation revealed a fat, fluffy
great horned owl chick, sitting calmly, feathers fluffed, head rotating
in apparent circles taking in the view. Across the field, in another
tall tree, sat mama (or papa) owl and another well-fed strigidae
fledgling - watching us intently, back-lit nicely in the golden morning
sunlight.
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