Finishing a 6 1/2 mile hike yesterday north of Phoenix, the lords of Naturedom rewarded my efforts with a photo-op.
I was photographing a blooming Teddy Bear Cholla, when a jogger came down the trail and, seeing I had a serious camera in hand, suggested I might want to shoot an owl’s nest with a mama and three babies. My ears perked up.
“I may have to cut my hike short,” I told the man and thanked him for the tip and the history; The bird, a Great Horned Owl, had returned to the same spot for at least the last three years to raise her young. Two babies last year and three the year before.
Unfortunately I did not cut the hike short. I returned later to the spot the jogger mentioned. It was near sunset and while I could see from a distance the ears of Mama, the youngsters were out of sight, snuggled no doubt at the base of a very large nest of sticks. The nest was cradled in a good-sized Saguaro. I edged forward and click, click.
The few photos would normally find a place in the Trash Bin. But I had hiked so far, gone up so many steep places in the trail, I thought, “Why not?” So I hit the Publish button.
So much for setting priorities.