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To: Paul R.
Love Barred Owls! We have one frequently, and another nearby that reciprocates his calls. I have nicknamed them Ollie and Olivia. I think Ollie is Ollie, Jr. Ollie, Sr. passed away a few years ago. Senior used to come visit pretty close to where we could see him. I have several photos of him, that aren’t as good as the one you shared, but I’m a total amateur, and mine were through my window with an entry level DSLR.

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Here’s Ollie and Olivia “kissing”. I presume they were grooming and courting. I presume they were courting each other and grooming.

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511 posted on 03/29/2025 2:56:55 PM PDT by FamiliarFace (I got my own way of livin' But everything gets done With a southern accent Where I come from. TPetty)
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To: FamiliarFace

We have some barred owls on our property. Don’t know where they’re nesting but we see them regularly, but not frequently.


513 posted on 03/29/2025 3:00:34 PM PDT by metmom (He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming soon." Amen. Come, Lord Jesus)
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To: FamiliarFace

Those owls are so cute! :)


519 posted on 03/29/2025 5:49:56 PM PDT by Diana in Wisconsin (I don't have, 'Hobbies.' I'm developing a robust Post-Apocalyptic skill set.)
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To: FamiliarFace

That top pic is pretty darn good!

When I was 16(?) my Dad and I found a large injured barred owl beside the road. Nothing seemed “broken”, but Dad surmised it had a concussion, possible internal injuries, and, from the way it didn’t want to move its wings, joint injuries at the base of its wings. My brother and I nursed it back to health, first getting it to eat large grasshoppers, then mice, and finally, small chunks of hamburger right out of our hands. We were amazed that it never tried to bite or nip at us, nor try to escape, and only at first did it seem afraid of us at all. (Granted that “calmness” may have partially been due to the suspected concussion.) We had trouble catching enough mice for it, and eventually bought some from a neighbor who raised feeders.

Dad cut a sort of heavy stump-post that I nailed a branch onto for the bird to perch on, and it took right to it. Curiously, it never tried to fly around in the garage we had it in. It would hop onto my arm and let me carry it around - Dad loaned me an old leather jacket for that! Talk about a grip...

Dad turned up a recording of owl calls, so I tried learning hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo — hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-awwww, and the owl would tip its head a bit, but I don’t think I convinced it I was another owl!

After a couple weeks, the owl seemed to be doing well, so, I donned the jacket and took it out with Dad and my brother in front of our house at dusk. A quick “lift” and it was off, only the 1st wingbeat being even faintly audible. Viewed from a couple feet away, and in action, that 4’ wingspan was pretty impressive! Then watching that owl soar away into the fading sunset was truly unforgettable. It was almost like a movie, but everyone would say it was all staged!


522 posted on 03/29/2025 6:44:29 PM PDT by Paul R. (Old Viking saying: "Never be more than 3 steps away from your weapon ... or a Uriah Heep song!" ;-))
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