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WILD WINGS 
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 AND EGGS OF THE GREAT HORNED OWL 
nearly ready to fly, and had climbed out on the branches. 
Soon after my return I photograj^hed it, on the first of June, 
when it was about two months old. 
Though this particular mother owl did not make anv 
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 my old Red-tail nests 
of former years, in a large white pine. The young were 
