From Nature’s Edge

The best thing to come home to-besides my amazing wife-is fresh baby owls! We incubated these little fluffballs from nests that were in dead trees that had to come down. Two different trees, actually. The eggs were yellow, that’s how long we’ve had them!

Now we’ve got two owlets out, one still pipping, and three more still growing strong. It’s honestly the best time of year-magical, heartwarming, and just the right amount of chaotic.

Of course, it’s always followed by the daily panic of “OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU LYING LIKE THAT?!” as I rush over thinking one has died, only for them to blink up at me like, “What? I’m napping.”

Tiny heart attacks aside, nothing beats this feeling.