The Buhos are Back

The magnolia tree on the side of our house that has been home to our owl family spring after spring died last year. With hope, my dad moved the box to a nearby, smaller magnolia. They didn't come.
Earlier this week, I spied a grey bundle in our junior-sized oak tree in the front yard. I walked up to inspect it and was thrilled to see the bigger of the two screeches. I scanned the branches and found the other baseball-sized owl on the east side of the tree.
Two days ago, my dad came over and moved the box from the magnolia to the oak. It isn't as grand a tree and has many scraggly oak branches preventing a good spot for the box. So my dad had to saw a couple of twigs off to nestle the box into the main branch, the right arm of the Y in our young tree, and Mr. Owl flew off as the tree branches shivered during this maneuver. I looked and it appeared Mrs. Owl had long since departed too. Shoot.

This morning, Graham wanted to plant a couple of his breakfast grapefruit seeds to see what'll happen. I opened the front gate, hesitantly bringing my eyes up the tree, and they are both sitting there, wise countenance and all. It won't be as camera-friendly a spot to watch them have their family, but then, the Leica might need a new, zoom lens.