I spent the late winter and early spring watching a family of Great horned owls. The last two weeks before the Owlets fledged was the most amazing. This particular Owlet had been knocked out of the nest tree a few days earlier by a Red Tail hawk. He lost one of his talons in the fall, and was unable to climb up to the nest. The next morning I found in 300yds away in the low bows of a magnolia tree. he spent the next few days here eating small birds and resting before eventually learning to fly and rejoing his sibling.