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It was a very distracting afternoon. I brought Calico the feral cat inside, because momma owl probably wouldn't like her giving the baby attention. She swooped at a pedestrian trying to get a better look at the baby, and later at a driver who stopped to get a photo.
The baby found its way onto my porch and discovered cat food, then sat on my porch steps. Calico slipped out and momma was making all kinds of clicky noises and so was Barney. Calico got back onto the porch and I brought her in again.
Later Barney was trying to fly from a small height off the embankment of my yard over the drive. Flutter to the driveway. Hop back up. Repeat.
Eventually he ended up in my neighbor's elm tree, and he's still there this morning
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