From Michael Bianchino

There once was a powerful owl named Pewter,
Whose hunting skills couldn’t be cuter.
While his mate warmed the eggs,
He stretched out his legs,
And bathed in the creek like a commuter.

Pewter the Powerful Owl is spending the day roosting outside his partner’s nesting hollow, keeping a watchful eye while she incubates their eggs. After enjoying a refreshing wash in the Creek, his feathers are still a little damp, giving him a slightly ruffled appearance as he settles in for his daytime vigil 🤫