Doug Wood walks softly to the edge of the road leading to his log cabin on the banks of the Mississippi. He’s looking at what appears to be a big, white ball of fluff that turns out to be a baby horned owl fallen out of the nest.

“The mother’s around here somewhere,” he says, searching the tops of the tall trees that grow on Pine Point, his 12 acres of red and white pines outside Sartell, Minn.

He doesn’t want to get too near the week-old baby with the fierce gray beak, but he’s worried it might not survive the cold night where cats and foxes roam.

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