GREAT HORNED OWLS 
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drive. It was mainly through woods, and as I neared at last 
the locality described I heard crows and saw a number of 
them flying about over a grove not far off to the left of the 
road. I thought that this must be the place, and sure enough 
it was. 
Leaving the horse at the home of my informant, we all 
followed the wood-path, through the deep snow, to the owl- 
preserve. The crows were still excited, but one of them gave 
“as she returned to her young” 
