Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Hoosier Owl Nest

I'm still kickin' it Hoosier style in Indianapolis.

So, there is an owl nest in a sycamore tree near my mom's condo, we went to visit it yesterday with my Aunt Lorelei. The tree is very light in color and on the top is a place where a large branch ripped off years ago. My mom said that for years when she would pass that tree on her way home from work that she thought it would be a good place for a raptor to nest. Last year, a family member noticed a great horned owl up there and my family has been watching it ever since.
Through the spotting scope you could see the female owl--man, she really blends in with all the dark wood. Even when she was preening and stretching her wings, you really couldn't make her out with the naked eye. You can also see how well her tufts work with the camouflage to look like broken pieces of wood.

Periodically, you could see one of the young owls pop up. I went over and talked to the home owner who had the tree on his property--a very nice man named Steve. He said that he had lived in this house for ten years and the owls always nested there. Neighbors told him the nest was there ten years before that. He was grateful that someone else had noticed the nest besides him.

We did have one guy who drove up, stopped and asked what we were looking at. When we said, "Owl nest." he replied that they make good burgers. Before he drove off, I shouted, "Eagles taste better!"

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Blogger Susan Gets Native said...

Good zinger, Sharon.
I need that pic for programs...I try to explain how the tufts are used as camo, but a big blow-up of that pic would do nicely.

4/11/2007 10:14 PM  
Blogger dguzman said...

You're a rebel! That's the kind of great line I'd come up with about three hours later....

Wow, it took me a second or two to find the owl in the photo, even though I knew she was there! Amazing.

4/11/2007 10:30 PM  
Anonymous MegJ said...

People make those kind of comments whenever they learn that I have pet rabbits. They always respond by making some sort of rabbit-eating joke and then start telling me about all of the rabbits that their dog has killed. I never know what to say to that.

4/12/2007 10:17 PM  
Blogger birdchick said...

MegJ, I totally hear what you are saying. People do that to me when they find out I have a rabbit--always have. Sometimes it's just someone being a jerk or trying to get a rise out of me, but sometimes it's just someone who I think is looking for a confessional. Like they unknowingly hurt their rabbit as a kid and need to confess about what they did.

I have also had people tell me horrible rabbit stories and agree that what they just told me was terrible, and I wonder, "Why do you think I want to hear that?"

Falconers get a free pass with me because I know hawks eat rabbits--that's nature. And usually, they are the most courteous about it. Almost always they will warn me before a hawk getting a rabbit story or even apologize.

But people who tell the "oh yeah I had a rabbit and I forgot to feed it and it chewed its foot off" combined with a giggle are the ones I don't need to hear from ever again.

Usually if someone makes a rabbit eating joke I just continue the conversation as though I didn't hear it. The person making the joke didn't get a response and that's defeats the purpose of their comment.

4/12/2007 10:27 PM  
Blogger Jason said...

Wow. People are weird, aren't they?

On a different note, how do you tell the difference between a sycamore and a london plane tree? I would have called the tree in the photos a london plane.

4/16/2007 11:01 AM  
Blogger birdchick said...

I call it a sycamore because that is what everyone around me was calling it. I'm not a treechick so am open to other possibilities.

4/16/2007 1:39 PM  

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