I suppose, if John J. Audubon were doomed for eternity to some avian Hell - punishment for all those innocent bird families he destroyed in the name of art and ornithology - his 226th birthday celebration party might look something like this:
Guests would be invited.
A cake of masticated mealworms, decorated with little bluebird eggs and candles made of rendered suet, would be brought in and placed in front of him by an owl named Hooter.
And everyone would sing...
Happy Birthday to yoooooo!
Or something like that.
But really: photos are screen captures of baby owls from the baby owl cam. Freaky looking ain't they.