At least those youngsters on the Montana family farm like to wander but they’re always raised in the dark and confined interiors of old granaries. I’ve often wondered if GHO chicks raised in trees do the same thing at this tender age but I have little experience with that situation.
This image is dripping with nostalgia for me so I hope you’ll allow me to fill in a little of the backstory.
And this time she did it so well she eventually quit walking and simply flew the last leg of it.
Yesterday morning in the Wasatch Mountains I photographed my first juvenile of this species.
Last week I posted a few Yellow Warbler images that were taken in the Wasatch Mountains on May 30. I took the photos below on the next day in the Uinta Mountains. Given my pathetic track record with the species I’d say I’m on a roll with Yellow Warblers.
It could be argued that I owe this cute little fledgling Burrowing Owl a huge debt of gratitude.
Watching a clumsy young hawk attempt to learn new skills always makes me feel sympathetic for its plight but I’ll admit to being more amused than anything.
It was an absolute joy and a privilege to document cause and effect with this mated pair of Red-tailed Hawks.
And temporarily (at least) discarding one of my own “rules” about what I like and don’t like in my photographs.
Marsh Wrens don’t often sing on territory this time of year but they’re still fun to photograph on those rare occasions when they give you a relatively clear shot.
Very young raptors do a lot of crazy stuff when they’re still trying to learn the ropes.
