While good little owls are busy growing ear tufts, a certain little owl is busy growing fat. All four are eating well and Wheezer and Stretch have taken on that protective air of parents. Wheezer, our foster mom, is poised for attack as she watches me in the enclosure. Soon we will stop taking pictures and start trying to teach these babies to hunt. I’ll do an update on that when “the killing field” is up and running.