Midnight Long-eared Owl Chicks

It’s nearing midnight and I find myself in my car heading out to photograph owls - am I mad or just desperate? Either way, Long-eared Owls are worth it. As I step out of my car on location I hear the distinctive call of a chick. With a smile on my face and a spring in my step I head into the pine woodland in hope of capturing something magical and within minutes, I find myself face-to-face with a wild Long-eared Owl chick. As I stood in awe, a little gobsmacked, I had only one issue; I didn’t have the chicks attention. For sometime it continued to look in the other direction, oblivious to me and before I knew it, the chick flew off into the darkness and it was gone. I sat waiting to hear a call, to see a glimpse, anything… but nothing. A distance screech so far away you could barely hear it caught my attention and as I walked fast - eager to see another owl - shining my torch through the bracken and scanning my surroundings for the call that’s getting louder and louder. There it was. I once again find myself in the presence of a Long-eared Owl chick, perched no higher than a metre from the ground looking me in the eyes. With my heart beating from my chest everything fell into place and thus began an extraordinary forty minutes. Flying wasn’t this owls forte, it hadn’t quite mastered it yet and as it took short flights from branch to branch I captured these images. Still in awe I left the owl to continue on its business. It’s nearing 2am and I am heading home, joyful and tired, however a late night is well worth it when I am able to capture something many people wouldn’t get the chance to…