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I have had the joy over the past couple of years of photographing baby birds growing up. First, at Rice University a pair of great horned owls raised their two owlets near the entrance to the campus. Then, in the Museum District of Houston, I watched about 20 pair of night herons raise their babies. I spent almost 2 months on each project, photographing almost daily. At the time, it seemed traumatic and difficult for the birds. They had to build a nest, feed their babies, with voracious appetites, and keep them safe from Hawks.

But in the end, life goes on. At the height of my son’s teenage rebellion, a counselor once told us not to worry. There is bad news and good news. The good news is that your child will most likely grow up to be pretty much like you. The bad news is that your child will most likely grow up to be pretty much like you.

So it was with the birds. They finally grew their wing feathers and learned to fly. They left their nest and joined their parents.

Life goes on.

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