GREAT HORNED OWLS 



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AS SHE RETURNED TO HER YOUNG 



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 



