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AMERICAN ORNITHOL OGY. 



Photo bv Dr. J. B. Pardee. 

 YOUNG SCREECH OWLS. 



SCOPS AND ASIO. 



We are two little owls just from the nest, 

 Out on a limb, and taking a rest, 

 My name is Scops, I'm older than she, 

 Her name is Asio, what else could it be? 

 Father has gone to catch us a mouse. 

 Mother's inside taking care of the house. 



Brother and sister are in there with Ma, 



They are too young to get out so far, 



The down on us all is light and fluffy. 



On me it is gray, while on sis it is buffy. 



Pa says he'll be glad when our feathers are grown 



So we can go and get grub of our own. 



He seems to forget he was once young like us, 

 And probably made just twice as much fuss 

 When he was hungry, for something nice, 

 Such as a sparrow, robin, or several mice, 

 1 see he is coming with a nice plump quail, 

 So must ask you to wait for the rest of this tale. 



Selrahc, Wor;ester. 



