Posted on 11/19/2020 10:48:16 AM PST by Red Badger
New Yorkers are so obsessed with Barry the barred owl that some are concerned he could be scared away. So far, he seems to like the attention.
Barry the Barred Owl is New York City’s bird of the moment.Credit...Dave Sanders for The New York Times
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It was late afternoon in the North Woods of Central Park, and the sun was setting fast. Joshua Kristal, a photographer with a penchant for birds, was starting to feel despondent as he searched along the creek, looking for any movement. This was the third time he’d traveled more than an hour from Brooklyn to see Manhattan’s newest celebrity bird: an ethereal and majestic barred owl.
Currently known as Barry, the owl has intense black eyes and elegant poufs of white feathers streaked with brown and gray. He looks like a perfect stuffed animal from a high-end toy store. But Barry is also unusual. Though owls are typically nocturnal, he makes regular daytime appearances, and has become something of a performer. Practically vogueing, he stares, preens and swoops into the shallow stream to wash and flick his feathers. Barry will turn his head 270 degrees right and left and up above to check for his archenemy, the hawk. He plucks chipmunks with his talons and devours them, seemingly unfazed by adoring fans and the paparazzi, many of whom have already made him Instagram-famous.
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Owls are really cool with the big eyes and all.
I saw a great horned on my back 40 last month and it must have been 2 ft tall.
Rare to see, I have seen one twice in 5 years.
Friend lives in Brooklyn and another on Staten Island. They both say Midtown is a boarded up sh*thole and depressing.
Another NYC owl! This one eats chipmunks not mice.
Breaks my heart.
Glad my kids got to see it when it was vibrant.
Fake but funny...
I worked with a bunch of big libs from out of state when I worked in NYC.
They were from North Carolina, Arkansas, Michigan, Minnesota...etc., and they were Big Government liberals.
Nowadays, when I visit my son in Brooklyn, the neighborhoods there are filled with liberal out of state, hipsters.
And one person who no longer lives there is my uncle, who voted for Goldwater and Reagan.
Figures.
And yeah Brooklyn is teeming with them!!
They ran over black neighborhoods and yet being so liberal...they didn’t leave any houses or tenements for the blacks to stay in.
I thought the liberal thing to do would have been to make sure 20 percent of the property stayed with minorities
Hypocrites.
Hey your son lives in Brooklyn :)
I’ll yell out the window from Staten Island and say hi later :)
We are separated by an EIGHTEEN DOLLAR bridge.
6 if you live on staten island.
18
Nunya bidness.
I ran into one during the day on the ground once and, yes, they are surprisingly large, especially when they spread those big wings and fly silently away.
Big deal. I’ve got owls on my place and in the evening they serenade me with their hoots. But then, big City people who usually don’t give a ‘Hoot”, suddenly give a “Hoot”.
You must be Turkish.
He's in hipsterville, Greenpoint.
My Goldwater loving uncle, before he moved to FL, was in Canarsie.
Same here. We used to have one Barred Owl in particular come to a tree where I could see him from the family room window (my house overlooks woods and a creek). Beautiful bird!
Then one time I saw him (or her) grooming another one. Fascinating! As of last year, I haven’t seen this owl close enough to watch daily. I wonder if he passed. There were babies one year, so I’m guessing those are the ones I hear in the evening. They are nearby, but not quite as visible as “Ollie” was.
Luckily, I have some very nice photos of Ollie and Olivia (the name I gave to his grooming friend).
We have a Hooter’s!..................
Canarsie! Had uncles that lived there :)
And that Definitely is hipsterville.
The working class Italian and Jewish neighborhoods have mostly disappeared. Mostly.
It’s nobodies business but the Turks
I was there in December of ‘81.
My boyfriend’s buddy was driving the car and the boyfriend was riding shotgun.
I was in the backseat with my Wonder Dobe, Tito.
A hooker leaned in the window at a stop light and said “I can show you a good time” and my boyfriend started to say “My girlfriend is right...” but she interrupted him and said “I was talking to the dog”.
I came up over the back of the seat and went for her throat so fast, the guy stalled out the car as he and my boyfriend grabbed me and kept me from going out the window.
Fecking weirdos in that town and the dog was my baby.
:D
That could only have been the lower West side. It was crazy down there. And I bet you do :-)
I hear them more often than I see them in all the fir trees here, the dog barks at the night time hooting.
What she really hates is the coyotes carrying on.
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