GREAT HORNED OWLS 



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I had the boy bring down the owlet and the egg, while I 

 climbed the neighboring tree for the camera, and then photo- 

 graphed the owl and his incipient brother or sister on the 

 ground. Then the youth replaced the owlet in the nest, and 

 climbed a tree close by, where he photographed the nest and 

 its contents, under my directions. 



To finish up this owl business in good shape, one more 

 visit was necessary ere I started on a Southern trip on May 

 second. The week before was stormy and unsettled through- 

 out, save one day when I could not go. Saturday came, the 

 last day of April, — and of grace, — dark and forbidding, with 

 thick fog. It was then or never, so I started with a youth for 

 the nest. Gradually the fog lifted, and the sun came out by 

 the time the long drive was over. The crows were making 

 a tremendous racket. Confident of what I should see, I came 

 in sight of the tree. There was just a mere fragment of the 

 nest left, no owl on it, not even the owlet, nor was the latter 



"SQUATTING IN THE LEAVES" 



