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 hnish 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” 
