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Two days later, happy over the results of hunting with the 

 camera this prince among birds, I started off for southern 

 Florida. A friend kindly took for me from the nest one of 

 the young owls, about the tenth of May, when they were 



NEST AM) EGGS OI THE GREAT HORNED OWL 



nearly ready to fly, and had climbed t)ut on the branches. 

 Soon after my return I phot()graj:)hed it, on the first of June, 

 when it was about two months old. 



Though this particular mother owl did not make any 

 attack, I know of various instances when they have done 

 so. One was that same season, the last of March, when 

 a companion of many of my owl-hunts climbed to the 

 nest of a Great Horned Owl — one of mv old Red-tail nests 

 of former years, in a large white pine. The young were 



