We’ve all heard about “empty nesters,” I’m one myself, at least we are, the kids being long gone. Our kids left out of choice but I’m sure there are instances of it being less than their choice and more that of the parents….’okay sport time to go.” This is a slightly different tale the choice being neither that of the kids or of the parents.
Hard by the 10th tee on our golf course is a stand of Blue Spruce. Earlier in the week we had a humdinger of a windstorm that blew hearth and home of a Great Horned Owl out of the tree and down onto the ground. Later in the day our grounds crew found two chicks by the tee and the remnants of a nest. Mum was floating around having a bit of a bird (snicker.) Don’t tangle with a full grown Horned Owl they’re pretty big! The guys fixed up a nest out of an old milk crate, climbed the tree, complete with chicks and tied it off high up in the branches. It didn’t take long for mum to figure it out and she’s been happily brooding ever since.
Lends a different meaning to “empty nest.”