Two baby northern spotted owls, perching side by side in a bishop pine, stared down at wildlife technician Taylor Ellis last Friday. Their heads bobbed and swooped and their breasts were still covered in soft white down. Too young to make the typical four-note hoot of the species, they let out occasional high-pitched whines.
“They’re just kind of hanging out and waiting for a delivery service,” joked Mr. Ellis, who works for the Point Reyes…