The Horned Owls 
Taken in Washington Photo by L. D. Lindsley 
DUSKY HORNED OWL IN TRAP 
heads secreted in the depths of a hr 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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