Photo by Harold Wilion
I find it amazing how owls, both young and old, love climbing or flying to the very top of a tree where they don't even have enough room to put both feet. There are millions of horizontal branches in the woods where they could just stand with no effort, but they insist on perching on these spikes where even the slightest breeze makes them flap around trying to maintain their balance. Maybe to them it's just a game. A game I love to watch seeing that I'm the kind of guy that has trouble standing on a sidewalk without tumbling over.
