We've had a whole week of persistent thunderstorms - both day and night. The garden plants and trees have grown inches in this time, and everything is looking green and lush. Even the wetland seems to be working hard at repairing itself. Reed beds are thickening, and new branches are sprouting from the tree stumps that were left untreated by the developer. It's a time for renewal and growth, which brings hope to our owl family and the wetland.
With the constant rainfall, we haven't been out of the house to see if the owls are around. Earlier this evening, one chicks flew right past our lounge window, and flew to the roof of the neighbour's house. I watched it for a while, while it stood on the rooftop - its skinny white legs elongating as the chick stretched up, looking towards the wetland. Something caught its eye, and the chick immediately flew to the wetland, presumably to hunt. I didn't see any other owls.