Whitebark Stream hands on the water

Course not!

While she sat there, she briefly entertained thoughts of trying to catch one of the flying fish as they made their way upstream. But the water was a bit too fast, and the bank just a bit steep for it to be safe. She had no way of knowing the depth below or above the waterfall, and didn't want to risk a broken neck for the slim chance at catching a morsel. If she were a bear, maybe, or was friends with one. She was so preoccupied with her daydreaming that she didn't even hear the owl approach until he was enthusiastically trying to get her attention!

Juniper snapped her head around and regarded the young owl with an incredulous look before shaking her head with a throaty laugh. "Oh! Sorry, hello. Hi." She parrots back, smiling softly while her ears swivel forward to regard the avian with nothing short of an admiring look. "A bit late in the day for you to be out, isn't it?" She, of course, didn't want to be rude but she'd never really seen an owl in the daylight before.