San Francisco Chronicle, USA – Jun 9, 2014
Lynette Evans
Saturday, June 9, 2014
The juvenile barn owls are coming out of their house in the late dusk. Not yet ready to fly, they thrust their flat cat-faces out of the round entrance hole before emerging to strut up and down the perch, flapping their wings as their parents swoop overhead or perch atop the pole and on an adjacent wire, watching their almost fledging offspring.
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