You know how it seems like there is an official Day for just about everything? I’ve decided to officially declare this Baby Owl Day. Why? Because I finally got to see them!

I’ve been told that there are three owlets in the nest. Here, I can only see two for sure, and then mama in the background. The third might be behind the owlet on the right; there’s just a lot of fluffy feathers goin’ on there otherwise.

If this was a picture of somebody famous like Kate Middleton, there might be an uproar about the owlet on the left being AI or poorly retouched — it seems weirdly outlined. But that’s the way it shows up in the original, I promise. I think sun is just hitting the baby owl in an odd way.

Papa owl was across the high-running creek, keeping an eye on some crows who objected to him being there.

I tried to make my way over to where he was, but the creek was overflowing with melt water from the mountains, and it was a swamp. By the time I got to his tree, he’d flown off.

I did get a consolation prize of watching two hairy woodpeckers flitting through the trees.

At first, I thought they were a male and a female courting.

But when I zoomed in on the photos, I saw that they both had the red at the nape of their necks, meaning both were male.