46 BIRD STUDIES WITH A CAMERA 
ably the adults—for never more than two are heard— 
begin to sing ; and this habit of post-nuptial singing 
seems not to be confined to the Screech Owl, for 
about this time the deep-toned, resounding notes of 
the Barred Owl come up from the woods. Through- 
out August and September the wailing whistle, 
which is ever welcome for its spirit of wildness, is 
heard nightly, and as the plaintive notes tremble on 
the hushed air we invariably say, “ Hark, there’s 
the Owl!” 
My experience as bird photographer about home, 
I must admit, has consisted chiefly in a series of en- 
couraging failures which have borne no tangible 
results. Let us hope, however, that the few pictures 
here presented will prove as suggestive to the reader 
as they are to their maker, who, although he offers 
such inadequate proof in support of his belief, is far 
too well convinced of the possibilities of home pho- 
tography to go afield without saying at least a word 
in its behalf. 
