|Date: ||Tue, 19 Mar 2002 22:31:09 -0500|
|Reply-To: ||Tim Rose <durc@MINDSPRING.COM>|
|Sender: ||Georgia Birders Online <GABO-L@LISTSERV.UGA.EDU>|
|From: ||Tim Rose <durc@MINDSPRING.COM>|
|Subject: ||Re: state botanical garden|
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A few years ago I was camping alone in the Oconee National Forest.
In the middle of the night I heard what I was pretty sure were about
half a dozen drunk guys out in the woods somewhere. They seemed to
be gradually getting closer, and I was a little concerned for my
safety, imagining that they were not only stinking drunk but surely
heavily armed, and there was no telling what they might do to a
tree-hugging birdwatcher. After listening for a while I realized it
was two (2) barred owls squaring off. Eventually they came close
enough that I could hear what sounded like wings slapping together in
a scuffle. A little later I heard a scream such as might come from a
small mammal with talons in its back, then some very proud hootin'
and hollerin' from one of those owls.
>The barred owls were calling to each other with the usual hoots as
well as the wild-sounding "monkey calls".