She was special Birca my barn owl.
I had a male too he always screamed. I didn't raise him but he came to me because he drove his owner crazy. Later he went to a hunter at that time he learned his screaming brought him nothing. Birca stayed with me. She was my baby and made the sweetest sounds I ever heard. She didn't like strangers and only my eldest could reach her. It's strange how each time an animal dies something died inside me. If I think of her I could cry again.
I won't take a new owl my life changed and my opinions about keeping animals changed too. I do not want them to depend on me. It's painful to see how they suffer if you are too busy or sick to spend time with them.
Since weeks I hear a sound as if an alarm goes off.
Each evening it's a few minutes earlier. By now around 8 pm. After that time I see them fly. Owls! I have owls living under my roof. The adults don't really fly high and sit in the dead walnut tree in front of the window. As soon as they leave the other noise starts. Screaming baby owls. They are so cute and sit on the Hollywood swing only 12 feet in front of the window. I tried several times to take photos but it's too dark outside and the screen curtain doesn't make it easier.
The crying little owls are not answered. I think it's time for them to search for their own food. I hope the wolves will leave them alone. I already buried enough life that came to an end in my garden.
i once found an owl on a bikepacking tour in the rain, it was sitting apathetic on the road - we took it to the vet - it was so peaceful - since then i love owls even more