. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . he old bird became more and more shy, until one could notapproach anywhere near her. On the eighteenth of themonth, when the downy owlets were strong enough to situp, I photographed them. It was a windy day, when furiousgusts from the northwest made the tree on which I was bendlike a reed, and obliged me to hug it, and hang on for dearlife. I also succeeded in photographing the old owl severaltimes, as she returned to her young, by screwing the cameraup in a tree, attaching a two hundred-
. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . he old bird became more and more shy, until one could notapproach anywhere near her. On the eighteenth of themonth, when the downy owlets were strong enough to situp, I photographed them. It was a windy day, when furiousgusts from the northwest made the tree on which I was bendlike a reed, and obliged me to hug it, and hang on for dearlife. I also succeeded in photographing the old owl severaltimes, as she returned to her young, by screwing the cameraup in a tree, attaching a two hundred-yard spool of blacklinen thread to the shutter, and from my place of conceal-ment farther up the mountain, lying behind a fallen trunkfor nearly an hour at a time, pulling the end of the thread,as the owl returned to her accustomed branch before enteringthe nest. 322 WILD WINGS Two days later, happy over the results of hunting with thecamera this prince among birds, I started off for southernFlorida. A friend kindly took for me from the nest one ofthe young owls, about the tenth of May, when they were. NEST AND EGGS OF THE GREAT HORNED OWL nearly ready to fly, and had climbed out on the after my return I photographed it, on the first of June,when it was about two months old. Though this particular mother owl did not make anyattack, I know of various instances when they have doneso. One was that same season, the last of March, whena companion of many of my owl-hunts climbed to thenest of a Great Horned Owl — one of my old Red-tail nestsof former years, in a large white pine. The young were GREAT HORNED OWLS 323 just hatching, but the owl flew as he approached. When hewas halfway up the tree the owl swooped from behind andstruck him a terrible blow with her talons, tearing his scalpquite badly. After this she kept her distance.
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