Urban Hawks

This morning, two mobs of crows converged on a Great Horned Owl, leading anyone birding in the area straight to the owl.  The owl took the invasion of crows in stride, elongating for only a few minutes before relaxing.  The crows brought with them a Cooper’s Hawk who I’ve seen go after the crows on other days.  May the bounty of owls continue into 2019. 

(The two Northern Saw-Whet Owls that were horribly over birded on Sunday, were not found today.  Tweeting an owl’s exact location, when someone can literally reach up and touch it to thousands of people, isn’t the best idea.  While most of us have common sense, there are those who don’t.)

On Sunday, the Great Horned Owl choose a roost far from everyone in the middle of a construction site.  From way across a pond I could get a few photographs.  While the owl was not bothered by people, a mob of crows did find the owl.  Luckily for the owl, they only stayed for a few minutes.

On Saturday, the Great Horned Owl that has been difficult to view for the last week, choose a nice low branch to roost in.  It afforded folks a nice view and a chain link fence keep people at a distance.  It also had some of the best light we’ve seen this owl in.  I stayed for the fly out, but wasn’t able to track the owl afterwards.

On Thursday, I caught up with an owl in the northern end of Central Park.  It got mobbed by crows and blue jays.  It also got a visit by about 25 elementary school children, on a tour of the North Woods with two Urban Park Rangers.  The children were on their best behavior and did their best not to disturb the owl.  However, two younger siblings started to play in some leaves. This noise and not the presence of all of these people peaked the owls attention.  I had noticed this ten years ago when I watched Eastern Screech Owls in these same woods.  Owls are hyper sensitive to the rustling of leaves.

Also on Wednesday, aka Boxing Day, I got to watch a Barred Owl hang out in a open tree in one of the busiest areas of the park.  The owl let out the loudest call at fly out.  It was like a scream followed by a standard call.  I can’t imagine what I would have felt like as a young child camping, if I had heard this call!