Juvenile barn swallows on the garage roof this evening. (Credit to the lovely folks on the MAINE Birds – Facebook) for identification assistance.)
And our owls are back. It’s been about five days since we last heard them; at dinner time their unmistakable screech started up 100 feet from my kitchen window. I think they hunt here for a few days and then hang out somewhere else when the pickings get especially slim. This particular owl sat in plain view for as long as I cared to take photos. (I didn’t see the other owl but I could hear it.) I spent about 20 minutes trying to capture interesting shots and then decided to move on so that the owl could stop worrying about what I was up to. There’s something to be said for knowing when it’s time to leave.
The Nature of Maine 