Concerning Screech Owls

Screech Owls are the Napoleons of the owl world. Despite their tiny size, they are fearsome predators in the wild. And captive screeches, held for educational purposes, are never truly tamed, and relish every opportunity to pierce their human handler’s tender digits. Despite this, or because of it, they are many people’s favorite owl.

Although they can be quite fierce, Screech Owls, when confused or alarmed, can go into a deeply still state of almost fainting when approached. We call it “going to their happy place”, where they ignore all outside stimulus. This happened to me thrice recently.

The first owl flew into our work vehicle and stunned itself silly. Luckily, we are trained veterinary professionals, and the little owl was whisked to the clinic, radiographed, given fluids, and examined thoroughly. Within 2 hours, the screech seemed unchanged, but knowing the “freeze” mode they go into, we elected to try for a release. And sure enough, once tossed gently into air, he remembered his wings quickly and flew off. He was spotted several more times during the year, so we know he made a full recovery.

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The second was “kidnapped” by a couple of other staff members. They saw him swoop at a sparrow, and when he missed, he stayed on the ground. Wanting to help, they scooped him up into the car, where he promptly sat on the back of the passenger seat as though he had been traveling thusly all his life. Again, we examined him, and found nothing wrong. We tasked his erstwhile rescuers with returning him to exactly to where they found him, and he promptly made his escape.

The third screech was mine alone; I found him crumpled next to a plexiglass exhibit wall, the apparent victim of a window strike. But after I touched him gently, he roused, glared at me, and took off. So please, if you find a “hurt” owl, give it a few moments, and encourage it to leave under its own power. If you suspect greater injury, a local wildlife rehabilitator can heal them for return to the wild, where they belong.

Late Fall Birds

For three seasons of the year, birdwatching can be a hectic sport. Spring and Autumn bring migration; Summer has the dawn chorus of frantically breeding birds. But birding in the Winter is a more subtle enterprise. Familiar birds are quiet, leaving mainly one’s sharp eyes to distinguish a fluttering movement, or a lump of not-a-dead-leaf on a bare forest branch. If you do hear birds, they are quietly murmuring to one another, not out brazenly singing in the open. YR Warbler

Winter birding is usually a solitary enterprise. Titmouse

Winter birding makes usually “dull” birds stand out crisply against grey backgrounds of naked trunks and overcast skies. CEWA

And winter birding brings subtle, unexpected surprises. BAOW

Northern Cardinal

Northern Cardinals are one of the most beloved songbirds. As proof, it is the state bird of seven states, more than any other species! Personally, though, I prefer more eclectic birds (and states which have a cool, unique state bird – Greater Roadrunner, from my beloved New Mexico, springs to mind). But all it takes to set off my fascination is a “cardinal of another color”. Last winter, I had a female with white cheek patches visiting my feeders. They gave her a sweet expression. I was never able to get good pictures of her, but have lucked out on this year’s oddity.

The brilliant red of a male cardinal is usually broken only by a dashing black mask around the base of the beak. But this handsome guy only has a “soul patch” of black. I think it gives him a surprised look. IMG_0504


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And another view of the special guy; looking grumpy! grumpy

Autumn Owl


Autumn Creek

The roller coaster ride that is Autumn has officially started here. Last Monday we sweated on a hike in 80 F weather. And in less than a week, I was hauling the houseplants in for the hard frost that came as predicted.

Autumn Lake

The hike was this: For the first time (for him), I finally convinced my Sweetie to go on an owl search for me at Radnor Lake. The fall colors were almost at their peak, and he hadn’t realized how beautiful this park is. However, we had to laugh at the “No” signs all around – as in, No Running, No Picnics, no loud noises, no musical instruments… As for the owl, I am pleased to say we finally spotted one, sitting quietly off trail in the canopy. As I was snapping pictures, my other half was lucky to watch it spit up a pellet! Since I have only ever seen one Barred Owl there at a time, we decided that there should be an addition to the rules – Only One Owl per Visit!  Forest Ghost closer

3 – Owl Weekend, Plus!

My awesome friend Beth visited for some intense birding this weekend, and we were not disappointed. One of her best finds was a red phase Eastern Screech Owl sitting on a tree in our own backyard! This seemed a good omen to our next quest, finding a Barred Owl at Radnor Lake.

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And, voila! Again, the first spotting goes to Beth.

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On our return home, we looked for the red Screech, to no avail. Then I spotted a little feathered head poking up from a cavity in the same tree. I didn’t realize it was a different owl until Beth pointed out it was grey! The little she-owl slowly wiggled back down into her nest, but I managed to get a picture. IMG_0094 (1024x875)

Lo and behold, one more trip to the tree revealed these two fuzzy nestlings! It was dark, so the image is a little blurred, but I had no idea it wasn’t one of the adults until I downloaded. What a gift, to have this family so close. And yes, we are trying to not harass them too much :)  IMG_0098 (1024x988)

Blink and You’ll Miss It…

Springtime in Tennessee! I took these pictures after a run last week, and already the blooms are fading. Oh well, I guess that’s what photography is all about – keeping precious visions like this in our hearts.

Spring Beautys Redbuds and Dogwood

The most beautiful were the Bluebells. I rounded the corner, running downhill, and was so stunned by the beauty that I slowed down, goggling at the sunlight filtering through the trees upon them. A woman walking towards me beamed: “There are more coming up!” But that patch, right there, was the most lovely. Bluebell hill  Bluebells

This stone pillar was one of many placed by the Civilian Conservation Corps. You can also see their work in the bluebell covered wall above.

Pillar and creeper