One of the barns on the farm is home to an owl. It mostly keeps to itself, although you'll catch the occasional glimpse of it swooping elegantly into the night.

Each year, the owl will make a decision on how many babies it can have based on how many it can feed. Last year, it rained and rained. The owl couldn't hunt. So it had no babies.

This year is different. The barn is filled with the hiss, hiss, hiss of new life. The Little Hieatts even managed to sneak in to show us.

With The DO Farm also in its first year, that little face seems like a pretty good omen, right?