Winter rainstorm. Owls are smarter than I am. I went out into the storm. The owls took cover. The east owl was not in its old hiding place in the rip-rap. Nor was it at any visible point up top in the fenced area. The north owl, likewise, had abandoned its go-to notch by the water’s edge and was nowhere to be seen.
I’m assuming they found a dry crevice among the rocks somewhere, or a nice niche in a rabbit burrow. It’s also possible that they took off south for drier pastures. We’ll see when the storm blows over and the sun comes back.