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This is the last shot I kept & processed from Screech Owl Nesting Season 2024. I still can't get over how goofy looking Frick turned out to be. Apparently, he was a good provider since they successfully raised & fledged babies. I hope they return next season.
Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
Garland, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
June 4th was the last time I saw an owl in my yard. Fitting that it was Frick giving me the stink eye one last time.
Male Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
Garland, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
Going through my shots of Frick, I found one where he actually is not doing his usual stink eye glare. He does, however, still look really intense.
Male Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
Garland, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
Frick is an expert at giving me the stink eye. This was taken before Frodo fledged the night of June 1st. This morning I had my first owl sighting since fledge. Frack is in the nest box tree in a familiar place. That should mean there Frodo is also in the tree but for the life of me the only owl I can see is Frack.
Male Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
Garland, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
This is Frick. And this is why it is so hard to spot owls in the tree above you.
Male Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
Garland, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
Talk about your grumpy old man. I can think of several actors he reminds me of. Frick definitely married up.
Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
Garland, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
This is the first time I've seen both parents together, outside of the box. Caught them canoodling. Apparently Frack is very affectionate, it is always her preening him (have seen it on some videos in the front yard box.) She was grabbing his ear feathers at their base and preening up to the tip before letting go and getting another feather.
Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
Garland, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
He was leaning down a bit to get a better look at me. Much goofier looking than Frack.
Male Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
Garland, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
Yes Frick, you are totally hidden by that leaf.
The moment I spotted him I knew instantly it was not Frack. Frick is smaller, skinnier, goofier looking, less laid back, darker and with much less white on the belly. Frack is bigger, rounder, laid back with a lot of white on her breast & belly. This is the first time I've seen all of Frick in the daytime.
Male Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
Garland, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
Avian Time
by Reginald Gibbons
The collection manager of the bird specimens at the natural history museum told of often stopping, on his way to work during spring and fall, at the immense convention building—tall, long and wide—on the shore of Lake Michigan, where on the north side he would gather the bodies of the migratory birds killed by their collisions against the expanse of glass before first light.
The north side, whether in fall or in spring—a puzzle.
Are these particular birds blown off course by winds, and do they return in starlight or dimness before dawn or under dark clouds toward shore, making for the large bulk they might perceive as forest?
They have been flying along this same route for tens of thousands of years, and not yet has their thinking formulated this obstacle of the city that has appeared in the swift stroke of a hundred and fifty cycles of their migration.
A friend of Dave's emailed him yesterday. "Today's Writer's Almanac poem is about you!" she said. And so it was.
