When the fog sort burned off I went hiking this morning at 6:30 am. Overnight there had been huge thunderstorms, heavy rain, and strong winds … and of course … fog. The forest is drenched, and one gets quite wet walking beneath the canopy, and the trails are a combination of streams and ponds. I found the owl family, and I somehow imagined the Great Horned Owl family conversation going like this …

Owlet: “Yeeech … Mom, … living near Lake Superior is horrible! Tomorrow is June 1st. It’s only 48 degrees, and I’m all wet”

Mom: “Junior! Stop complaining and eat your morning crow!”

Owlet: “I’m outta here!

15 minutes later Mom had a crow trapped low in the forest below her. The crows have the advantage out in the open but within the deep pines, the crows have to be very careful as the advantage switches to the owls.