The Horned Owls 



Taken in Washington Photo by L. D. Lindsley 



DUSKY HORNED OWL IN TRAP 



heads secreted in the depths of a fir tree. Here is a day's sport cut out for 

 one whose "sportin' blood" runs high on week-days and turns feverish on 

 owl days. The whole Jay countryside is aroused. To the number of a 

 score they gather about the victim and throw all his sins up to him in a 

 chorus of Billingsgate. The Owl beams hate at them, snaps his mandibles 

 fiercely, and makes now and then an ineffectual dab at his pursuers, which 

 only seems to arouse fresh shrieks of laughter. When the din becomes 

 unbearable, he may dash from cover, but the Jays surround him at the 



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